"L. E. Modesitt - A House By Any Other Name" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)

Murray started in the highbacked Execurocker.

"If you can put together a black staff, go talk to Houseman. Our studies," George waved a stack of
irrelevant print outs, "indicate that it might be the best investment you ever made."

"Let you know, George. We've thought about it a lot."

"Think about it some more."

George broke the connection.

He jabbed out another number.

"Export."

"Bill Bussard there? George Graylin over at the Advisers."
"No, sir. He's not in yet."

"Have him get in touch with me.

He'll be eternally grateful. At least, after a while, he will be," George chuckled.

"Yes, sir. Have him return the call."

George began to doodle. Then he ambled to the console and began to type. He stood and waited. The
computer terminal burped and fed George a print out. He studied it, then typed a few more lines. This
time the print out was longer. As he studied it, he began to smile.

Back at his desk, he began to rough out the arithmetic.

The viewer buzzed at him.

"Graylin here."

"Bill Bussard, George. What's up the fabled sleeve this time?"

"Solutions." George looked at the print out.. "Call up AB 43598 on your console. Then call Tod
Houseman in Denver. He's a builder."

"But, George. This is Budget time."

"Right. This will help get you out of the jam you're in. Houseman can explain the details. I know the
Balance of Trade figures for last quarter."

"Can I just fly a white flag... oh, hell, what can I lose except my rating." Bussard faded off the screen.

George marched to the computer console. He had to type the inquiry twice. He erased his own input the
first time. The first print out led him into a second, which resulted in a third, which created a fourth.

Three hours later, George felt he'd bridged all the gaps and was ready to play it out.