"I don't think this is the way to do things," said the Wall Street man with a touch of asperity. "It's altogether irregular and no permanent good can result from it. However, I will act with the rest."
"And you, Yoshio?"
"I am uncertain that permission is granted to this miserable worm to vote."
"Certainly. We're all starting from scratch. Who else is there? What about you, Mr. Lee?"
"Oh, I know him too well."
The rest of the opposition dissolved in laughter and Ben made his way to the place by the counter vacated by Roberts.
"The first thing we can do is have some light," he ordered. "Does anyone know where candles can be had around here? I suppose there ought to be some in the drug store across the street, but I don't know where and there's no light to look by."
"How about flashlights? There's an electrical and radio store up the block."
"Fine, Murray you go look. Now Miss Roberts, will you be our secretary? I think the first thing to do is to get down the name and occupation of everyone here. That will give us a start toward finding out what we can do. Ready? Now you, Miss Rutherford, first."
"My name is Gloria Rutherford and I can't do anything but play tennis, drink gin and drive a car."