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Brent Taber took the paper and peered at the signature. "It figures," he said softly. "It figures right down the line." "He's a fine judge," Charles Blackwell said virtuously. "He's a skunk. He'll sign anything there's a buck in, and sometimes he'll do it for fifty cents. He'd be a disgrace even to a park bench, and why they haven't caught up with him I'll never know."
He sighed and drew her cajoling hand out of his hair. "They've got some wild idea the man who broke his leg wasn't a man at all. They think he was a synthetic of some kind. An android." "Why, that's ridiculous. You saw him. You certainly know a man when you see one." "According to Brent Taber, these androids are men, to all intents and purposes, but they're manufactured."
Ann Walden was past any earthly worriment, and Sally Taber could not understand then, or ever, the soul-hurt little Cynthia had received. "It's good friends now and always, little Cyn?" "Yes, dear Cup-o'-Cold-Water Lady!" They stood by the dilapidated gate. "And you will come often to Trouble Neck?" "Right often." "And you are not afraid? Remember I have a care over you." "I am not afraid."
Brent Taber regarded Crane narrowly. "I underestimated your abilities, Senator. That was fast work. Twenty minutes after I refused you permission to attend that meeting, you had your man briefed and in action. It was the waiter who brought in the coffee, wasn't it?" Before Crane could answer, Taber gestured and said, "Never mind. That's not important.
No; the future was not so dark; there was a bit of dawn visible. If this success continued, it would be easy to assume the name of Taber. Ruth could not very well object, since an air of distinction would go with Taber. Suddenly he felt Ruth swing violently away from him, and he wheeled to learn the cause. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony.
Sally Taber returned to her task with energy born of appreciation. "We'll fix the old house of Stoneledge up in great shape," Sandy said, coming back to the table and leaning forward on his hands to follow Sally's energetic manipulation of the gingerbread; "that ought to be something for the rest of us to live up to. I'd like to see little Miss Cynthia installed there as mistress!"
They'd been pulled off Taber's staff without notice. No doubt they'd made their last report to Taber and had headed back to Washington for reassignment. Dorfman would not know this, of course. Or so Crane thought. Dorfman smiled as though he'd read Crane's mind and said, "I think Taber's losing his staff. They were government men four of them reporting in or out. My guess was out."
And there's one thing I'd give a few years of my life to know." Brent Taber stared moodily into Entman's myopic little eyes and asked, "What's that, Doctor?" "How in hell did they do it?" "Who do you suppose they are?"
He went to the desk and dialed, and when the answer came he said, "Halliday? Senator Crane here. I want to have a little talk with you about that damned tape. It's pretty obvious now that Taber planted it in a deliberate attempt to ... What's that? An appointment! Why, goddamn it, who the hell do you think you are?.... Fifteen minutes next Wednesday? You're talking to a United States Senator "
In the ledger of the Merritt store, under date of Nov. 6, 1772, Thomas Taber, Esq., is credited as follows: "By 29 cheses wd. 484 lb. at 6d., £12 2s." In that year Thomas Taber, Esq., satisfied his account with an ox, £6 16s.; cash, £10; three pounds and nine ounces of old pewter, 4s. 6d.; seven hogs, £20 11s. 6d., and the above 29 cheeses.
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