The knock came and Channing said "Come in!"
Two policemen—The Terran Police—entered quietly and stood aside as the third man entered cautiously.
Channing's feet came off the desk and hit the floor with a crash.
"The spectre at the feast," snorted Channing. "Of all the people I know, I least expected you—and wanted to see you least. I hope it is a mutual affection, Kingman."
"Don't be godlike, Channing," said Kingman coldly. "You may think you're running things all your way, but some people object to being made a rubber stamp."
"Look, Kingman, get whatever is on that little mind of yours damn well off it so I can continue as I was."
"Channing, I have here papers of disenfranchisement."
"In—deed?"
"Right."
Channing smiled.