REDS STRIKE AT TURKEY!
Unveil New Weapon
He blinked at it. There was a little more—pitifully little—to the effect that Congress had been asked for a declaration of war in order to defend the assaulted member of the Atlantic Pact nations.
Gannett swallowed hard. He dropped the paper and turned to the clerk who was leaning over the glass counter watching him.
"Jeez!" Gannett said. "When did all this happen? I didn't even know about it."
He didn't get any answer from the clerk. He knew he wouldn't from the way the clerk's eyes looked. They looked as if they should have been under refrigeration.
"People around dead," he muttered. "By God, the Governor oughta know about this!"
He left the drugstore and drove straight for the State Capitol Building, which wasn't far away, for Carson City isn't very large. He walked up the long concrete ribbon to the big stone steps. He mounted them. He stood before the bronze doors for an instant, a feeling of awe coming over him despite what he knew he was going to tell the Governor. He pulled on the handle of the nearest of the bronze doors.
Nothing happened.
It was locked, of course. The Capitol is never open at three A.M. (which was the exact time when it had happened three weeks ago—but he didn't know that).
A feeling of rage came over Gannett slowly, like heat radiating through soft wood. He stood on the stone steps and faced the broad expanse of lawn, which, in the summertime, at least, was very lovely. He slowly pulled his leather bag of gold from his coat pocket and raised it up so he could see it. Then he turned once more to the bronze doors and smashed the bag of gold through one of the glass panes.