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The fact is, you're known to have threatened on several occasions to get rid of both of them." "I am?" Melroy looked at Crandall curiously, wondering if the latter were serious, and deciding that he was. "You must believe anything those people tell you. Well, they lied to you if they told you that." "Naturally that's what you'd say," Crandall replied.
You go on in to New York, and take all the test-material, including sound records, with you. Stay at the hotel your pay will go on till I need you. There'll be a Federal Mediation hearing in a day or so." He had two more telephone calls. The first, at 1530, was from Leighton. Melroy suspected that the latter had been medicating his morale with a couple of stiff drinks: his voice was almost jaunty.
Lyons, tall and slender, with white hair; and a Mr. Quillen, considerably younger, with plastic-rimmed glasses. The latter two were the Federal mediators. All three had been lounging in arm-chairs, talking about the new plays on Broadway. They all rose when Melroy and Doris Rives came over to join them. "We mustn't discuss business until the others get here," Leighton warned.
"Suppose I'd been an Englishman with a name like Evelyn or Vivian?" Melroy tried to visualize her as a male Englishman named Vivian, gave up, and grinned at her. "Let this be a lesson," he said. "Inferences are to be drawn from objects, or descriptions of objects; never from verbal labels. Do you initial your first name just to see how people react when they meet you?"
I asked him what he had that deputy marshal's badge on his shirt and that Luger on his hip for, but he said he had orders not to use force, for fear of prejudicing the mediators." Melroy swore disgustedly. "All right. Gather up all our private papers, and get Steve and Joe, and come on out. We only work here when we're able."
The Venetian-screened windows across the room faced east. In the flicker of the lighter, Melroy made his way around to them and drew open the slats of one, looking out. Except for the headlights of cars, far down in the street, and the lights of ships in the harbor, the city was completely blacked out.
And people like that are the most serious threat facing our civilization today, atomic war not excepted." Dr. Doris Rives lifted a delicately penciled eyebrow over that. Melroy, pausing to relight his pipe, grinned at her. "You think that's the old obsession talking?" he asked. "Could be. But look at this plant, here.
He was out hunting, the last day of small-game season, and somebody mistook him for a turkey. Nothing really serious, but he's face down in bed, cursing hideously in German, English, Russian, Italian and French, mainly because he's missing deer hunting." "I might have known it," Melroy said in disgust.
Womanlike, Doris Rives was thinking particularly rather than generally and of humans rather than abstractions. "It must have killed everybody for miles around." Sid Keating, Melroy thought. And Joe Ricci, and Ben Puryear, and Steve Chalmers, and all the workmen whom he had brought here from Pittsburgh, to their death. Then he stopped thinking about them.
Doris Rives had finished evaluating the completed tests; after dinner, she intended going over the written portions of the uncompleted tests. "How'd the finished tests come out?" Melroy asked her. "Better than I'd expected. Only two washouts," she replied. "Harvey Burris and Julius Koffler." "Oh, no!" Keating wailed. "The I.F.A.W. steward, and the loudest-mouthed I-know-my-rights boy on the job!"
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