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The receptionist did the things that receptionists do, then looked up at him again. "Right through that door, major." Joe Mauser gave the door a quick double rap and then entered before waiting an answer. Balt Haer, in mufti, was standing at a far window, a drink in his hand, rather than his customary swagger stick. Nadine Haer sat in an easy-chair. The girl Joe Mauser loved had been crying.
She dropped all interest in him and turned to resume her journey. "Just a moment," Joe said. "You can't go in there, Miss " Her eyebrows went up again. "The name is Haer," she said. "Why can't I go in here, captain?" Now it came to him why he had thought he recognized her. She had basic features similar to those of that overbred poppycock, Balt Haer. "Sorry," Joe said.
"Then what's the necessity of this endless succession of bloody fracases, covered to the most minute bloody detail on the Telly?" Baron Haer cut things short. "We've hashed and rehashed this before, Nadine and now we're too busy to debate further." He turned to Joe Mauser. "Very well, captain, you have my pledge. I wish I felt as optimistic as you seem to be about your prospects.
Fine enough for Low-Lowers and Mid-Lowers to sign up with this outfit, as opposed to that, motivated by no other reasoning than the snappiness of the uniform and the stock shares offered, but an old pro considered carefully such matters as budget. Baron Haer was watching every expense, was, it was rumored, figuring on commanding himself and calling upon relatives and friends for his staff.
Joe Mauser looked at him unblinkingly. Balt Haer said: "Now I'd like to have your opinion on just how Vacuum Tube Transport can extract itself from what would seem a poor position at best." In all there were four others in the office, two women clerks fluttering away at typers, and two of Balt Haer's junior officers. They seemed only mildly interested in the conversation between Balt and Joe.
But Max was another thing. He was obviously a Lower, and probably a Low-Lower at that. But space was made for them at a bar packed with election day celebrants, politicians involved in the day's speeches and voting, higher ranking officers of the Haer forces, having a day off, and various Uppers of both sexes in town for the excitement of the fracas to come. "Beer," Joe said to the bartender.
I would appreciate an opportunity to start over again." "Would you indeed?" Balt Haer said loftily. He turned his eye to Philip Holland, whose mouth bore the slightest suggestions of suppressed humor. "Unless I am mistaken, the conversation at the time of my entry seemed to have a distinctly subversive element.
If this is the customary garb whilst going a-gliding, I shall have to take up the sport." "Why Phil, inane words of flattery from serious old you?" Joe squirmed inwardly, wondering again upon what basis was the friendship of Nadine Haer and Philip Holland. The butler entered and said, "A call for Major Mauser, if you please."
He said, looking at Joe, "If I understand this, you have some scheme which you think will bring victory in spite of what seems a disastrous situation." "Yes, sir." The two Haers looked at him, one impatiently, the other in weariness. Joe said, "I'm gambling everything on this, sir. I'm no Rank Private in his first fracas. I deserve to be given some leeway." Balt Haer snorted. "Gambling everything!
Haer. i. Praef. 2. Matthew apologists exhibit their usual arbitrary haste, &c. S.R. ii. p. 224. For what follows, see especially p. 261 sqq. Sac. i. pp. 394-396; Westcott, On the Canon, p. 487 sqq.; Hilgenfeld, Der Kanon und die Kritik des N.T. ad p. 40, n.; Credner, Geschichte des Noutestamentlichen Kanon, ed. Volkmar, p. 153 sqq., &c. Lightfoot in Cont. Rev., Oct. 1875, p. 837.
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