sense. Alexander, he noticed, was still engrossed, sunk in his
autohypnotic trance. Kennon waited until he had finished the
legal folder which he was reading and then gently intruded upon
Alexander's concentration.

Alexander looked up blankly and then went through the same mental
gyrations Kennon had performed a few minutes before. His eyes
focused and became hard and alert.

"Well?" he asked. "What do you think of it?"

"I think it's the damnedest, trickiest, most unilateral piece of
legalistics I've ever seen," Kennon said bluntly. "If that's the
best you can offer, I wouldn't touch the job with a pair of
forceps."

Alexander smiled. "I see you read the fine print," he said. There
was quiet amusement in his voice. "So you don't like the
contract?"

"No sensible man would. I'm damned if I'll sign commitment papers
just to get a job. No wonder you're having trouble getting
professional help. If your contracts are all like that it's' a
wonder anyone works for you."

"We have no complaints from our employees," Alexander said
stiffly.

"How could you? If they signed that contract you'd have a perfect
right to muzzle them."