H ackworth had some time to run through the logic of the thing one more time 
as he waited in the front room of Dr. X's hong, waiting for the old man to free 
himself up from what sounded like a twelve-way cine conference. On his first 
visit here he'd been too nervous to see anything, but today he was settled 
cozily in the cracked leather armchair in the corner, demanding tea from the 
help and thumbing through Dr. X's books. It was such a relief to have nothing 
to lose.