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Updated: May 18, 2025
"How is he, Claire?" he asked. "Out of danger, for the present. There was a medic here, who left just before you arrived. He brought nitrocaine bulbs, and gave father something to make him sleep. He's lying down, back in his rest room." She led him to a door at the rear of the office and motioned him to enter, following him. "He's going to sleep for a couple of hours, yet."
Our boss, and if he lives our next senator, was the victim of a deliberate murder attempt, by Literate First Class Bayne, who threw out his supply of nitrocaine bulbs and then goaded him into a heart attack which, except for his daughter, would have been fatal. Claire Pelton deserves the deepest gratitude of every Radical-Socialist in the state.
Latterman had probably thrown out Pelton's nitrocaine capsules and then put Bayne up to insulting Pelton's daughter, knowing that a fit of rage would bring on another heart attack, which could be fatal without the medicine. "Well, send for more!" "The prescription's in the safe," she said faintly. The office safe was locked, and only a Literate could open it.
Snatching a pad and pencil from a counter, he wrote hastily: Your private office, at once; urgent and important. Looking at it, the Literate nodded in recognition of Cardon's Literacy. "Over this way, sir," he said, guiding Cardon to his small cubicle office. "Here." Cardon gave him the prescription. "Nitrocaine bulbs. They're for Chester Pelton; he's had a serious heart attack.
His face was contorted with pain; he gave a gasp of suffocation. Claire cried in dismay: "You're not going to have another of those attacks? Where are the nitrocaine bulbs?" "Don't ... have any ... here. Some at the office, but " "I told you to get more," she accused. "Oh, I don't need them, really." His voice was steadier, now; the spasm of pain had passed.
The man in the Literate smock nodded and hurried out. Cardon dialed William R. Lancedale's private number. When Lancedale's thin, intense face appeared on the screen, he reported swiftly. "The way I estimate it," he finished, "Latterman put Bayne up to making a pass at the girl, after having thrown out Pelton's nitrocaine bulbs.
For an instant, Cardon was reminded of a tomcat watching a promising mouse hole. "Claire!" Cardon exploded, "give him a nitrocaine bulb. Why are you all just standing around?" Claire turned. "There are none," she said, looking at him with desperate eyes. "The box is empty; he must have used them all."
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