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Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran warning to clear the way. "Have the aromatic spirits of ammonia sent to Mr. Taber's room at once," Ruth ordered. "I will administer it." "You, Miss Enschede?" frankly astonished that one stranger should offer succour to another. "There is nobody else. Someone ought to be with him until the doctor arrives.
I'm being released tomorrow morning. I'll probably leave immediately." "You'll make a fine doctor, Frank." "Thank you, I'll try." "Good-bye, Frank." "Good-bye darling." She turned and fled. And judging by the deep sadness in his soul, he knew he had hit bottom. There was no place to go but up. Brent Taber's phone rang. "Hello, Taber. Halliday here." "How are you, Halliday." "Tops, old man.
They'd been pulled off Taber's staff without notice. No doubt they'd made their last report to Taber and had headed back to Washington for reassignment. Dorfman would not know this, of course. Or so Crane thought. Dorfman smiled as though he'd read Crane's mind and said, "I think Taber's losing his staff. They were government men four of them reporting in or out. My guess was out."
I would only tend to eliminate a contact who is extremely loyal to me and I might add to good government." "I understand. But I certainly can't imagine what has happened to Taber. I would have backed him with my last dime." "I actually don't think it was Taber's fault. A man can't personally see to every detail in his department." "That's the responsibility of whoever is in charge." Crane sighed.
Senator Crane, a doggedly determined man, had listened to the replay of Brent Taber's top-secret conference again and again. In the comfortable rationalization of which he was capable, his whole zeal and hostility were fashioned around Brent's "arrogant disregard of democratic processes." Who did this bureaucrat think he was? Did he consider himself smarter than the People?
It would seem that the fame of Anne Taber's cheeses had won her a market with the officers at Headquarters, for sixteen shillings was payment "for bringing cheese" in large quantity, and the date is six weeks after the arrival of Washington for his stay in the vicinity.
Just sit tight until you hear from me." After hanging up, Porter sat back and wondered. He tried to analyze the tone in which Crane had made the promise to call. It had been falsely cordial, beyond a doubt. Maybe Crane figured Taber's scalp was too small a price to pay for the hydroelectric plum. Well, in that case, Porter philosophized, he hadn't lost a great deal. It was all in the game.
It was all the work of a few boys and girls who from the gallery of the Star Theatre, New York, had watched Irving's productions and learned to love him and me. Joe Evans had done a lovely picture by way of frontispiece of a group of eager heads hanging over the gallery's edge, his own and Taber's among them.
To be of service to his electorate, Senator Crane realized, he had to have something tangible in the way of evidence. The only way to get this was to ferret out Taber's contacts and locate the tenth android himself, or at least be there when Taber located the creature.
She could not face Ann Walden's vacant stare, or Sally Taber's coarse cheerfulness. In all her world she was alone, alone! But even as she thought this her weary feet were bearing her to Theodore Starr's little church which was never locked by day or night.
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