Administrative Officer. And, as anyone could have guessed, a
short time later he pushed his head out of the mousehole in the
Administrative Office.

* * * * *

He was a bit late, just in time to see the door close on the
supervisor and the janitor.

So he shouted, "_Hello!_" as loud as he could.

The Administrative Officer looked down and saw him right away. He was
a thin pale man with tired eyes.

"Go away," he said spiritlessly, "I've just told two people that you
don't exist."

"But my wife wants that trap removed--it's dangerous for the
children," George complained.

The Administrative Officer almost shouted to hell with George's
children, but basically he was a decent man, even if an overworked
one, and he caught himself in time.

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely, picking up some letters that he had
already read, "but we've got to leave the traps."

"Then what will I tell my wife?" George demanded.

That stopped the Administrative Officer, too. He buried his head in
his hands and thought for a long moment. "Are you sure you _really_
exist?" he asked, finally raising his head from his hands.

"Sure," George said. "Do you want me to bite you to prove it?"

"No, you needn't bother," the Administrative Officer said. And then
he buried his head in his hands again.

"Technically," he said, speaking through his fingers, "it's a security
problem."

With an air of relief, he picked up the phone and called the Security
Officer. There was a bit of spirited conversation and then he hung up.

"He'll be right down," the Administrative Officer told George.

Shortly thereafter, the door violently swung open, and a tall man with
piercing eyes entered. "Hello Bill," he said quickly. "How are you
feeling?"

"Hello, Mike," the Administrative Officer replied. "I feel like hell.
This is George. I just called you about him."

"Hello!" George shouted.

"Hello!" the Security Officer shouted back. "I couldn't find any
record of you in the files. Have you been cleared?" he added with a
note of urgency in his voice. "Fingerprints, A.E.C., C.C.C., C.A.I.,
F.B.I.?"

"No!" George shouted back. "My wife wants the trap by our front door
removed. She thinks it's dangerous for the children."

"Has _she_ been cleared?" the Security Office countered in a loud
voice.

"Why is everybody shouting?" the Administrative Officer asked
peevishly. "I've got a headache."

"No," George answered.