civilized. We depend more on personal judgment." He took another
contract from one of the drawers of his desk. "Take a look at
this. I think you'll be more satisfied."

"If you don't mind, I'll read it now," Kennon said.

Alexander nodded.

* * *

"It's fair enough," Kennon said, "except for Article Twelve."

"The personal privilege section?

"Yes."

"Well, that's the contract. You can take it or leave it."

"I'll leave it," Kennon said. "Thank you for your time." He rose
to his feet, smiled at Alexander, and turned to the door. "Don't
bother to call your receptionist," he said. "I can find my way
out."

"Just a minute, Doctor," Alexander said. He was standing behind
the desk, holding out his hand.

"Another test?" Kennon inquired.

Alexander nodded. "The critical one," he said. "Do you want the
job?"