The man choked: "I shall certainly report this to the authorities when we arrive in Buffalo!"
"Mmm," said Lee, preoccupied. "Do that, mister. Do that."
XXII
"I didn't like his reaction," Charles told her in the anteroom of F. W. Taylor's office. "I didn't talk to him long on the phone, but I don't like his reaction at all. He seemed to think I was exaggerating. Or all wet. Or a punk kid."
"I can assure him you're not that," Lee Falcaro said warmly. "Call on me any time."
He gave her a worried smile. The door opened then and they went in.
Uncle Frank looked up. "We'd just about written you two off," he said. "What's it like?"
"Bad," Charles said. "Worse than anything you've imagined. There's an underground, all right, and they are practicing assassination."
"Too bad," the old man said. "We'll have to shake up the bodyguard organization. Make 'em de rigeur at all hours, screen 'em and see that they really know how to shoot. I hate to meddle, but we can't have the Government knocking our people off."