"I know," Lawrence said harshly. "I don't button wrong numbers. Is Standskill there? And where's your courtesy? There's no visual." The picture came in then. Lawrence caught a flash of long, skinny legs going down behind the desk at the other end of the circuit; then he saw a most remarkable thing--the open collar of the young man's shirt seemed suddenly to button itself and the knot of the gaudy tie to tighten and all the while the fellow's hands were lying immobile on the desk! _Impossible!_ Lawrence thought. _I'm cracking up! Too many worries about the psis ... I think I see them everywhere!_ As the youth gulped as though the tie was knotted too tightly, Lawrence was sure that he saw the knot relax itself! "I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Standskill's on vacation and Mr. Rich is in court. May I help you, sir, or take a message?" Undoubtedly the fellow had recognized him from news fotos. "Well, who are you, the office boy?" A frown of annoyance crossed the young man's thin, dark features. He snapped, "Are corporation presidents exempt from common courtesy? My name is Black--Martin J. Black. I'm not connected with this firm. I answered as a courtesy. Shall we disconnect?" Lawrence was silent for a moment. He thought of the shirt-tie business and said, "You're a trainee psi, aren't you? A prospective service psi?" "I'm afraid so. I wish I weren't. It's not a pleasant prospect." "What do you mean?" "Would you like to probe minds for a living? And it has its other drawbacks. You can't live normally and you'll have very few friends. Unfortunately no two psis are alike, which makes the job more complicated. I'm un-normal, abnormal, subnormal or some other normal they haven't prefixed yet." "Any special talents?" "I'm afraid so." "Rather young," Lawrence mused. Then said, "Are you economically stable?" The young man hesitated, then said hastily, "Oh, yes, of course. Economically, yes. Somewhat more stable than most, I think. I'm in final training now. The legal phase comes last, you know." "Then you're not committed yet? You've not taken the Oath of Anterhine?" "No. I won't until the training is done. Wish I didn't have to then." "And your training?" "Complete except for criminal psychology." "Would you like to make a hundred thousand dollars?" Black said, "Your firm bought out Black Controlled Atomics, remember? That was my dad, and that was the end for him." He hesitated. "Let's say I'm vaguely interested. What's your proposition?" Lawrence was silent for a moment. At length he said, "Being a psi your ultimate destiny is to aid in the development of the world whether you like to look forward to it or not. But would you not like to see desert areas developed through applied atomics as Mojave City, Sanup Plateau City and Quijotoa City were?"