Grabinett's mouth opened and his face twitched. Lennox poured cold coffee into his cup and went through the motions of drinking it.
"Borden wants you and me down to his office for a conference with Bacon," Grabinett blinked suddenly. "Two thirty."
Lennox didn't answer.
"What's Bacon after?"
"Sachs' job," Lennox answered curtly.
"The hell he is! He ain't going to get away with it."
"He is, and I'm going to help him."
"How do you think you're going to swing it? Who's running this Almighty show anyway?"
"The three of us are going to vote Sachs out. And if you give us any trouble, I've got an ace in the hole."
"What?"