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In a flash of panic, Crane wondered if it was all a diabolical machination of Brent Taber's. Maybe Taber knew all about the recorder. Maybe the whole meeting was an elaborate plant to maneuver an earnest, alert senator into making a public fool of himself. Taber was certainly capable of such a thing. And that was how it had begun to look. Still, that was ridiculous.
He smiled and held out his hand. "This is all strictly confidential, of course." "Of course." "Thanks for coming." They left, but Brent Taber's frustrations remained with him. Earlier that day, in Washington, he'd stood on the carpet himself, before higher authority, and played the part of the reprimanded schoolboy.
He sought to get clear but the android passed him close enough to jam the knife into his neck and send him screaming to the sidewalk. A uniformed patrolman appeared on the other side of the street, further down. He took the situation in and understood Taber's frantic gesture. A car screamed to a halt as the patrolman raced across the street, drawing his gun.
Exactly what was the nature of the leak to which the Senator referred?" "A tape transcribed at one of your top-secret meetings." Taber's fist closed and opened. "I guess maybe I have been lax," he said softly. Porter, grimly happy to have made his point, went on. "As to policy up above, I'll be quite frank.
He sincerely believed that what was good for Crane was good for the "folks back home." And just now, he felt that a knowledge of what the hell was going on in Brent Taber's orbit was probably not good for anybody and had better be aired. As Brent entered, Crane came right to the point. "Goddamn it, Taber, just what in blazes is going on around here?"
"Are you telling me Crane's ego is still smarting?" "Senator Crane did, in the spirit of co-operation, mention certain leaks in your department." "What in hell are you talking about?" "I'd watch my tone if I were you, Taber. You aren't talking to one of your legmen now!" Taber's teeth came tight together. "I'm sorry. Let me repeat the question.
Brent Taber's eyes were stony. "But I am to assume that you're asking for my resignation." Now Porter shrugged. "If that is the way you see it, I can, of course, only tender my regrets." "Well, you won't have to. I'm not resigning." The sharp declaration made Porter blink. "It's rather unusual that a man, after a vote of no confidence " "To hell with that.
Brent Taber's eyes opened as Entman went on. "They plan to occupy us, certainly this we must assume so they're trying to create an entity through which they can do it. The process is really no different, even though a little more dramatic, than our science creating a mechanical unit that functions to the best efficiency under specified conditions." Taber's finger snapped up.
It did not occur to Crane to compliment Dorfman on his skill as an operative, for getting the book so completely and swiftly on a casual visitor to Taber's office. He said, "You've got this doctor's address?" Dorfman put a folded slip of paper on the desk. "Another little item I'll throw in as a bonus. Taber had another tail here in Washington." This disturbed Crane.
Miss Taber's account, in "Some Glimpses of the Past," describes the drinking habits of the older period: "It was customary to have cider on the table at every meal, the ladies would have their tea, but most of the men drank cider largely, many to excess, consequently there were great quantities made in the fall and stored in the cellars during the winter.
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