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"Stinks like a glue factory of a put-up job. Something's going to happen to Russ Latterman, one of these days." "I think you'd better let Frank Cardon take care of him, Ray," Prestonby advised. "I think there are more angles to this than he told me. Now, I'm going over to the store. Somebody's got to stay with Claire. I want you to stay here, in this room.
"Well, whattaya know; that guy was plugging for you!" Ray said. "And see how he managed to slide in that bit about corruption, right before his stooge handed him that bulletin?" "I guess every Literate has his price," Chester Pelton said. "I wonder how much of my money that cost. I always wondered why Frank Cardon sponsored Mongery. Now I know. Mongery can be had." "Uh, beg your pardon, Mr.
Bayne, his thin face livid with anger and also, Cardon noticed, with what looked like a couple of fresh bruises ignored him. Feinberg broke off his chant of "Unfair! Unfair!" long enough to answer: "A Literate First Class has been brutally assaulted by the Illiterate owner of this store.
Prestonby found Frank Cardon looking out of the screen in his private office. The round, ordinarily cheerful, face was serious, but the innocent blue eyes were as unreadable as ever. He was wearing one of the new Mexican charro-style jackets, black laced with silver. "I can't see all your office, Ralph," he said as Prestonby approached. "Are you alone?"
"There must be about five hundred Independent-Conservative storm troopers in the store," Slater was saying. "Most of them got here after we did. The city cops have all the street approaches roped off; they're letting nobody but Grant Hamilton's thugs in." "They were fairly friendly this morning," Cardon said. "Mayor Jameson must have passed the word."
And thus was my last effort at a disclaimer cut short by the loquacious little colonel, who regarded my unfinished sentence as a concurrence with his own opinion. "Allah il Allah," thought I, "it is my Lord Callonby's own plot; and his friend Colonel Cardon aids and abets him." "Now, Lorrequer," resumed the colonel, "let us proceed.
There were a few of the older brothers who could never adjust their thinking; they would have to be promoted to positions with higher salaries and more impressive titles and no authority whatever. But that was all a matter of tactics; the younger men, like Frank Cardon and Elliot Mongery and Ralph Prestonby, could take care of that.
Cardon saw the orderly-driver of the ambulance jump down and start to run for the open lift-shaft. He got five steps away from his vehicle. Then the rockets came in, and one of them struck the tarpaulin-covered pile of boxes beside the ambulance. There was a flash of multicolored flame, in which the man and the vehicle he had left both vanished. Immediately, the screen went black.
Madame Cardon, from Arras, met with no hindrance; and Leonard, the Queen's hairdresser, passed through Varennes a few hours before the royal family. Fate had reserved all its obstacles for the unfortunate monarch. Nothing worthy of notice occurred in the beginning of the journey.
Chet, this is going to be one of the great political speeches of all time " Literate William R. Lancedale looked up from his desk and greeted his visitor with a smile. "Well, Frank! Sit down and accept congratulations! I suppose you got the returns?" Cardon nodded, dropping into a chair beside the desk. "Just came from campaign headquarters.
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