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A fourth victim, in ordinary business clothes, tattered and disheveled, came flying out after them, to land in a heap, stunned for an instant, and then pick himself up. Prestonby laughed heartily when he recognized Literate undercover First Class Russell M. Latterman. "I ought to have anticipated that," he said. "Any time there's a riot, the liquor stores are the first things looted.
Sales are away below any expectation from the number of customers, even allowing for shopping habits of a bargain-day crowd. But what's that got to do " Prestonby was back at the TV, shifting from pickup to pickup. "Look, sergeant, Claire. That isn't a normal bargain-day crowd, is it? Look at those groups of men, three or four to a group, shifting around, waiting for something to happen.
If anybody sends you any message supposed to be from me, just ignore it. It'll be a trap. If I want to get in touch with you, I'll call you, with vision-image." "Mean somebody might try to kidnap me, or Claire, to force the Senator to withdraw, or something?" Ray asked, his eyes widening. "You catch on quickly, Ray," Prestonby commended him. "Doug, you stay with Ray till I get back.
Prestonby took it when he saw a Literates' Guards officer in the screen and recognized him. "That you, Prestonby?" the officer, Major Slater, asked in some surprise. "Didn't know you were at Pelton's. What's going on, there?" Prestonby told him, briefly. "Yes; we had some of our people at the store, in plain clothes," Slater said. "Just in case of trouble. On Mr. L.'s orders.
"Wait a moment, sergeant," Prestonby stopped him. "Don't commit any of your reserves down there. We're going to need them to hold the executive country, up here. This is only the start of a general riot." "Who are you and what do you know about it?" Coccozello challenged. "Listen to him, Guido," Claire said. "He knows what he's doing."
That's why I said we'd have to bring bullet guns; down where we're going, we'd gas ourselves with gas guns, and if we used sono guns, we'd knock ourselves out with the echo." "You know, Ray, you'll make a real storm trooper," Yetsko said. "If you manage to stay alive for another ten years, you'll be almost as good a storm troop captain as Captain Prestonby."
"I thought I was Literate enough to spot Literacy in anybody else," she said. "No, I never even suspected " Somebody rapped on the door. "Miss Pelton," the sergeant's voice called. "Visiphone call from Literates' Hall." Prestonby smiled. "I'll take it, if you don't mind," he said. "I'm acting-chief-Literate here, now, I suppose." She followed him as he went out into Pelton's office.
They all got off the lift two floors down, where they found Claire Pelton and Ralph Prestonby waiting. "Hello, Ralph. Claire. What's the situation?" "We have all the twelfth floor," Prestonby said. "We have about half the eleventh, including the north and west public stages.
For a moment, he thought of the afternoon, over two years ago, when she had entered his office at the school, and he had recognized her as the older sister of young Ray Pelton. "Professor Prestonby," she had begun, accusingly, "you have been teaching my brother, Raymond Pelton, to read!"
"He hates Literacy so, and his own children are Literates, and his program against Literacy is being twisted against itself!" "But you agree that we're right and he's wrong?" Prestonby asked. "You must, or you'd never have come to me to learn to read." "He's such a good father. I'd hate to see him hurt," she said. "But, Ralph, you're my man.
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