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"We control the north public stage, but the east and south stages are in the hands of the goons; they'd fire on you. Land beside that big pile of boxes under tarpaulins up here, but be careful; it's fireworks we didn't have time to get into storage." The ambulance came slanting in from uptown, and Cardon looked around anxiously.
There was another guard in the hall, waiting for him with a little record-disk. "From Major Slater; call came in about ten minutes ago," he said. Cardon snapped the disk into his recorder-reproducer and put in the ear plug. "Frank," Slater's voice came out of the small machine. "You'd better get busy, or you won't have any candidate when the polls open tomorrow.
I filled a trunk with these things, and addressed them, by the Queen's orders, to one of her women, my aunt, Madame Cardon, a widow living at Arras, by virtue of an unlimited leave of absence, in order that she might be ready to start for Brussels, or any other place, as soon as she should be directed to do so.
The two 7-mm's that had been left on the top had vanished, along with the machine gunners, in a hole that had been blown in the landing stage. Cardon, Slater, and the others dashed forward and pulled the auto-cannon off the injured man, hauling him and his companion over to the lift.
Cardon would have brazened it out, claimed to have memorized the combination after having learned it by observation, and would probably have gotten away with it. But that silly girl had lost her head afterward, and had gone on to brand herself, irrevocably, as a Literate. One of the waitresses was hurrying toward him, almost falling over herself in excitement.
"And hurry!" Oh, no, you don't, Cardon thought. One chance is enough for you, Russ. He snatched the prescription from her and turned to Latterman. "I'll get it," he told the sales manager. "You're needed for the sale; stay on the job here." "But with the Literates walked out, we can't " Cardon blazed: "Do I have to teach you your business?
"And the warehouse is in our hands." "All right," Cardon decided. "We'll take him out, now, and take him home. I have some men there who'll take care of him. We'll have to get you and Ray out, too," he told Claire. "I think we'll take both of you to Literates' Hall; you'll be absolutely safe there." "But the store," Claire started to object. "And all these people who came here to help us "
The only difference is, they don't know what hit them, yet." "Hamilton's campaign manager does," Lancedale said. "Did you hear his telecast, this morning?" Cardon shook his head. Lancedale handed over a little half-inch, thirty-minute, record disk. "All you need is the first three or four minutes," he said. "The rest of it is repetition."
Count Lariboisiere; Chevalier Adolphe de Maussion; Messieurs Jules de Montbreton, son of the equerry of the Princess Borghese; Collin, junior, the younger; Lecordier, junior; Lemoine, junior; Cardon, junior; Malet, junior. Chiefs of the twelve Legions.
The orderly-driver got out his tablet pistol and checked the chamber, then settled into a posture of watchful relaxation. Major Slater was waiting for them by one of the vertical lift platforms. "I tried to get hold of you, but that blasted meeting was going on, and they had the doors sealed, and " he began. Cardon hushed him quickly. "Around here, I'm an Illiterate," he warned. "Where's Pelton?
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