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Bogert
expelled
his
breath
sharply
,
"
And
this
successor
?
Who
is
he
?
"
He
was
quite
close
to
Herbie
now
,
eyes
fixed
fascinatedly
on
those
unreadable
dull-red
photoelectric
cells
that
were
the
robot
's
eyes
.
Words
came
slowly
,
"
You
are
the
next
director
.
"
And
Bogert
relaxed
into
a
tight
smile
,
"
This
is
good
to
know
.
I
've
been
hoping
and
waiting
for
this
.
Thanks
,
Herbie
.
"
Peter
Bogert
was
at
his
desk
until
five
that
morning
and
he
was
back
at
nine
.
The
shelf
just
over
the
desk
emptied
of
its
row
of
reference
books
and
tables
,
as
he
referred
to
one
after
the
other
.
The
pages
of
calculations
before
him
increased
microscopically
and
the
crumpled
sheets
at
his
feet
mounted
into
a
hill
of
scribbled
paper
.
At
precisely
noon
,
he
stared
at
the
final
page
,
rubbed
a
blood-shot
eye
,
yawned
and
shrugged
.
"
This
is
getting
worse
each
minute
.
Damn
!
"
He
turned
at
the
sound
of
the
opening
door
and
nodded
at
Lanning
,
who
entered
,
cracking
the
knuckles
of
one
gnarled
hand
with
the
other
.
The
director
took
in
the
disorder
of
the
room
and
his
eyebrows
furrowed
together
.
"
New
lead
?
"
he
asked
.
"
No
,
"
came
the
defiant
answer
.
"
What
's
wrong
with
the
old
one
?
"
Lanning
did
not
trouble
to
answer
,
nor
to
do
more
than
bestow
a
single
cursory
glance
at
the
top
sheet
upon
Bogert
's
desk
.
He
spoke
through
the
flare
of
a
match
as
he
lit
a
cigar
.
