He'd
have just died, an unimpeachably natural death." He turned to Ritter.
"Dave, I'm going upstairs; I want to get out of this damned coat of mail
I'm wearing. While I'm doing it, I want you to call Carter Tipton, at the
Jarrett place, and Humphrey Goode, and Mick McKenna, in that order. Tell
Goode to get over here as fast as he can, and come up to my room; tell
him we have to consider ways and means of implementing my suggestion to
him."
CHAPTER 21
In the month which followed, events transpired through a thickening
miasma of rumors, official communiques, journalistic conjectures,
and outright fabrications, fitfully lit by the glare of newsmen's
photo-bulbs, bulking with strange shapes, and emitting stranger noises.
There were the portentous rumblings of prepared statements, and the
hollow thumps of denials. There were soft murmurs of, "Now, this is
strictly off the record ..." followed by sibilant whispers. The unseen
screws of political pressure creaked, and whitewash brushes slurped
suavely. And there was an insistent yammering of bewildered and
unanswered questions. Fred Dunmore really had killed Arnold Rivers,
hadn't he? Or had he? Arnold Rivers had been double-crossing
Dunmore ..
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