The controller burst out: "It's no fault of mine. I always insisted on a thorough guard system. If we had guarded the--" "Guards," Groating interrupted, "would only have upset existing Stability. They would have drawn attention and suspicion. We were forced to take the chance of a slip-up. Now that it's happened we must make the best of it." I said: "Excuse me, sir. I wouldn't have come here just to boast. I could have kept quiet about it. What bothers me is what bothered you?" Groating stared at me for a moment, then turned away and began to pace up and down the room. There was no anger in his attitude; if there had been, I wouldn't have been as scared as I was. It was a big room and he did a lot of pacing and I could see he was coldly analyzing the situation and deciding what was to be done with me. That frigid appraisal had me trembling. I said: "I'll give you my word not to mention this again--if that'll do the trick." He paid no attention--merely paced. My mind raced crazily through all the nasty things that could happen to me. Like solitary for life. Like one-way exploration. Like an obliterated memory track which meant I would have lost my twenty-eight years, not that they were worth much to anyone but me. I got panicky and yelled: "You can't do anything to me. Remember Stability--" I began to quote the Credo as fast as I could remember: "The _status quo_ must be maintained at all costs. Every member of society is an integral and essential factor of the _status quo_. A blow at the Stability of any individual is a blow aimed at the Stability of society. Stability that is maintained at the cost of so much as a single individual is tantamount to Chaos--" "Thank you, Mr. Carmichael," the C-S interrupted. "I have already learned the Credo." He went to the controller's desk and punched the teletype keys rapidly. After a few minutes of horrible waiting the answer came clicking back. Groating read the message, nodded and beckoned to me. I stepped up to him and, boys, I don't know how the legs kept from puddling on the floor. Groating said: "Mr. Carmichael, it is my pleasure to appoint you confidential reporter to the Stability Board for the duration of this crisis." I said: "Awk!" Groating said: "We've maintained Stability, you see, and insured your silence. Society cannot endure change--but it can endure and welcome harmless additions. A new post has been created and you're it." I said: "Th-thanks." "Naturally, there will be an advance in credit for you. That is the price we pay, and gladly. You will attach yourself to me. All reports will be confidential. Should you break confidence, society will exact the usual penalty for official corruption. Shall I quote the Credo on that point?" I said: "No, sir!" because I knew that one by heart. The usual penalty isn't pleasant. Groating had me beautifully hog-tied. I said: "What about the _Times_, sir?"