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desk。 He looked up and the sides of his mouth twitched; as close to a smile as ever appeared on that prune face。
〃Inkswitch!〃 he said。 〃e in。 Haven't seen you for a day or two。〃 He waved a hand at the interview chair; 〃Take the stand。 What have you been up to?〃
I sat down。 〃I have to keep up my cover as a Federal agent;〃 I said。 〃I just dropped in to see if you know about this Women's Thermonuclear Rights Bill。〃
〃Women;〃 he said。 〃I try to stay away from those。 Without much luck; I must say: they are as hard to escape as subpoena servers。〃
〃Well; I thought you might like to know that this Wister is behind that bill right up to the hilt。 He's a menace。〃
〃Oh; Wister;〃 he said。 And the look came in his eyes that can only possibly appear in the hard orbs of a Wall
Street lawyer。 Then he tented his hands and sat back。 〃But I think we've got that case pretty well into due process。 Madison is on it。 And from the bills we're getting from F。 F。 B。 O。; I'd say he was pretty busy。〃
〃Wister has got to be stopped;〃 I said。
The 〃smile〃 twitched the sides of his mouth。 〃Well; you just wait; Inkswitch。 Anything a public…relations man like J。 Warbler Madman is onto is going to be stopped。 You can count on it! By the time that maniac is through with Wister; the poor (bleep) will be absolutely begging for the electric chair and throwing anyone who tries to get a governor's reprieve straight out of his cell。 Madison you can count on; Inkswitch。 He tops every snake I ever met! When you bine the Madisons of this world with the media we have; even the Four Horsemen would plead for an out…of…court settlement。 Worry not; Inkswitch。 You can count on Madison to absolutely ruin Wister's life。 The prosecution rests。〃
I saw I wasn't getting anywhere with Bury。 I rose to go。
〃Oh; by the way; Inkswitch;〃 he said; 〃I just remembered; I had a present to send you the other day and my secretary told me he didn't have your current address。〃
〃Snakes?〃 I said。
〃No;〃 he said。 〃They're pretty valuable。 I picked up a set of acupuncture needles over in China and I thought you might like to try them out on Miss Agnes。 If you put them in the wrong place; they raise hell。 So what's your current address?〃
〃I'm undercover;〃 I said。
〃Oh; hell; Inkswitch; I know that。 This is just for my own notebook。〃
I couldn't very well refuse and expose the fact that
I'd never even met Miss Agnes。 I gave him the basement…apartment address。 He wrote it down in a little black book。 Then he paused。
〃I know this address;〃 he said; prune wrinkles even more pronounced as he thought。 〃Yes; I was over there last month hushing up a murder。 Somebody beaten to death。 I have it! That's Miss Pinch's apartment!〃 He looked at me in real surprise。 〃Jesus;〃 he exclaimed; 〃you're not living with Miss Pinch; are you?〃
I said; 〃I got her under control。〃
〃Jesus!〃 he said; admiringly。 〃Maybe I ought to turn you loose on my wife!〃
Hastily; I shifted the subject on him。 I was busy enough without another stud assignment。 And I vividly remembered his wife's voice。 Traumatic!〃Please don't tell Miss Agnes I'm living with Miss Pinch;〃 I said。
Bury shook his head。 〃Oh; no。 You got a low opinion of me; Inkswitch; if you think I'd talk to Miss Agnes。 I'm not crazy。 At least; I'm not mitted yet; in spite of this job。〃
〃That's two of us;〃 I said。 But it was a lie。 Being a Wall Street lawyer could not be anywhere near as tough as the job of an Apparatus officer。 I left。
I was convinced that Bury didn't realize how serious this UN thing really was。 I needed to get busy stopping Heller before he stopped everybody。
I found a cab and very soon was across town at 42 Mess Street。
Madison's Excalibur car was in the alley in front of the place; and an enterprising new reporter was polishing up its square yards of chrome。
I went upstairs into the loft pressroom。 Just as I suspected; the place had gone slack。 There were hardly any reporters there。 Only half a dozen phones were ringing at once and over half of the fifty teletype machines were idle。
Madison was in his cluttered office; his feet on his desk; a placent smile upon his youthful; sincere and earnest face。
〃Smith!〃 he said。 〃e in。 Sit down。 I haven't seen you all day。〃
It offended me。 Wasn't anybody ever going to notice; when I'd been gone for weeks; months even?
I suddenly remembered I had a bone to pick with him。 〃You certainly weren't very smart sending Doctor Crobe away;〃 I said sourly。
〃Phetus P。 Crobe?〃 he said; laughing。
〃The doctor you had put away。〃
〃Put away?〃 he said。 〃Why; where'd you get that idea; Smith?〃
〃You sent for the wagon;〃 I said。
〃Oh; I get it。 Your men didn't e back and see me。 Right after they carted him off; I was on the phone to the chief psychiatrist at Bellevue。 Crobe seemed anxious to cut things; as all psychiatrists are; so they gave him his own laboratory and a top job on staff。 You didn't think I'd overlook a valuable asset like that; did you? Heaven forbid。 What would the media do for horror if it weren't for psychiatrists? But I've got to build him up before I can use him。 You should keep track of things better; Smith。 And I do wish you knew more about public relations than you do。 It's hard to work with amateurs。 That loony (bleep) could have killed me。 You apparently don't know much about psychiatrists or you would have sent him directly to the hospital and not let him run around loose; slashing away at your colleagues。 Psychiatry is for the public; Smith。 Not for people who matter。〃
I saw I was in danger of being hectored。 I said;
〃Don't land on me with all four feet。 You're in no position to。 There's a grave threat growing up around Wister and what are you doing about him? Next to nothing。 The Atlantic City thing was weeks ago and by now has run its course。。。。〃
Madison's feet came down off the desk。 He sat forward in amazement。 〃Run its course? God deliver me from amateurs! It's been getting front page for weeks and weeks。 It's setting an all…time record! The bulk of my staff is down at Trenton; New Jersey; stirring it up again!〃
He grabbed a huge fistful of clippings。 〃Look! The New Jersey governor is having an absolute fit about the theft of Atlantic City still! He's continued to maintain that it is part of New Jersey even yet。 But look at this; the riots we stirred up: the citizens there are refusing now to pay state taxes。 We got a dreadful row going in the New Jersey legislature and the Whiz Kid was arrested by state police for stealing the town。 And look at this: The Whiz Kid hauled before the legislature and the whole body throwing whiskey bottles at him; trying to get him to promise he won't sell Atlantic City to Nevada。〃
He grabbed another sheet; 〃And look at tomorrow's headlines!〃
I stared at the layout for the New York Grimes。 It said:
WHIZ KID DECLARED
AN ORIGINAL OWNER
OF ALL NEW JERSEY
A shocked governor today was brutally brought face to face with the reality that not just
Atlantic City but the entire state of New Jersey may belong to J。 T。 Wister; otherwise known as the 〃Whiz Kid〃 of recent notoriety。
No less an authority than Professor Stringer himself; the world's leading authority on genealogy and family history; has issued an authoritative warning that Wister is a direct descendant of Chief Rancocas; head of the Lenni Lenape branch of the Delaware tribe; the original owners of New Jersey。
The Indian name Lenni Lenape means 〃Original People。〃 From this; according to Dr。 Egghead; the State Historian; 〃it can be clearly seen that the word original; occurring in both instances; proves the claim。〃
〃No deed of transfer or record of sale from Chief Rancocas or the Lenni Lenape Indians can be found in the Trenton Courthouse files or archives;〃 said the State Recorder of Deeds at this fateful meeting last night。 〃Therefore it must be concluded that the entire state of New Jersey still belongs to the original owners。〃
Before I could finish reading; Madison slapped it on the desk。 His eyes glowed。 〃The next day afte