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But Taber is proved to have been at that time, and at the time of the robbery, in Boston. This is proved beyond question. It is so certain, that the Solicitor-General has nol prossed the indictment against him. There is an end, then, of all pretence of the adoption of a scheme of robbery at Alfred.
The word of a Chinaman; he had given it, so he must abide. There was now no honest way of warning Taber that the net had been drawn. Of course, it was ridiculous, this inclination to assist the fugitive, based as it was upon an intangible university idea.
When the Meeting House and the Merritt store were for a century the centers of a homogeneous Quaker community, it was a solid unit, of one type, doing varied things; when Wall Street and Broadway became the social and industrial centers, a varied people, no less unified, did but one thing. "Some Glimpses of the Past," by Alicia Hopkins Taber.
He was walking across the Upper East Side, wearing that same look that was as good as anyone else's, except that you got the impression of an emptiness behind his eyes. Those in the know in Washington, D.C., upon seeing Brent Taber rush to a taxi or dodge a pedestrian on Pennsylvania Avenue, could well say, "There walks power."
"He was photographing it thirty seconds after you left." "But how can you be sure?" Brent Taber pulled at his ear and stared at a Renoir on the wall of Entman's drawing room without seeing it. "I can't, of course. We can't be sure of anything. It's all based on an idea you gave me." "What idea?"
"Rhoda, there was something I didn't tell you about that affair." "Was there? I'll bet you told Brent Taber, though." "It was what brought Brent Taber into it. There was a murder in my room." "And when Brent Taber came on the scene " Rhoda stopped and stared down at him. "What did you say?" "A man was killed in my room. The man with the broken leg.
The sheer, compulsive opportunist! That was certainly all that Brent Taber could be called. Using this deadly situation as a means of furthering his own interests. Senator Crane deliberately stilled his rage and objectively considered what he should do about it. With the obvious source of the androids logically deduced, there was only his own defensive procedures to be considered.
"Whatever damage you say I have done can be corrected with a ten-minute briefing." "That's up to you," Authority answered nimbly. "As you say, you've been put in charge of the project." "Then I'll leave things as they are." "Very well. I just wanted to go on record." "Thank you," Brent Taber said. "Thank you very much."
You, of course, will not be taken off the payroll." "The payroll be damned. Send my checks to the Red Cross!" And Brent Taber strode out of Porter's office, a man who stood alone in the Washington jungle of clashing ambitions, of purposes and cross-purposes but a man who had no thought of quitting. After Brent left, Porter put through a call to Senator Crane's office.
He could conceivably have made contact with King. King took a picture of the ninth android. Our still able and functioning number ten found his way to Doctor Corson's room in Greenwich Village and demolished number nine, for reasons of his own, so he could have made contact with King, put him under domination, and sent him after the data." "How could he know where the data was?" Taber shrugged.
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