The red-headed secretary asked, "Names, please?" "Ted Baker." "Bill Stephens." "To see H. Joshua Blair. We have an appointment." "It's for three-thirty. We called up two weeks ago." The secretary said, "Oh, yes. I have you on the list." She checked them off, studied them vaguely, asked, "What was it you wanted to see Mr. Blair about?" Ted Baker held out the small steel box he was carrying. "About this." "Ah—what is it?" "It's a box." "I can see that," the redhead snapped. "What is it for? What d