You must admit that
that business in the library was really bringing it home. There's no
question that you got the man who killed Lane, and if you hadn't, I'd
never have been at peace with myself. And I suppose all that chicanery
afterward was necessary, too."
"It was, if you wanted that merger to go through, and unless you wanted
to see the bottom drop out of your Premix stock," Rand assured her. "If
the true facts of Mr. Fleming's death had gotten out, there'd have been
a simply hideous stink. The Mill-Pack people would have backed out of
that merger like a bear out of an active bee-tree.... You know what the
situation really was, don't you?"
She shook her head. "I know Mill-Pack wanted to get control of the Premix
Company, and Lane refused to go in with them. I don't fully understand
his reasons, though."
"They weren't important; they were mainly verbal, and unrelated to
actuality," Rand said. "The important thing is that he did refuse, and
Mill-Pack wanted that merger so badly that it could be tasted in every
ounce of food they sold. They got Stephen Gresham to negotiate it for
them, and he was just on the point of reporting it to be an impossibility
when Fred Dunmore came to him with a proposition.
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