Dr. Brooks said, "We're away—I'll have the pilot phone the others!"
"Where's the socket?" Miss Knox asked. "Mr. Barger and I were talking."
Dr. Brooks plugged into an overhead beam and the mutape immediately began to chatter: "What is your first name, Miss Knox?"
"Delia," she said.
"Pete Brooks."
"Carl," the big man growled as he folded the gates.
"Call me Bill," said Mr. Barger's tape. Mr. Barger's square hand motioned her closer beside him. "Delia, do you know what we must do when we reach England? We must use the atom bomb first, before the admen have full control. Only then may we return to the America we know. The real America."
"Do the English know?" asked Miss Knox.
"Of course," she said. "They heard the broadcasts, and their scientists understood. They have supported our Royalty Party for years. I think I could increase the range of my device and reach America before they reached England—but there is no time for that. The world must unite against invasion. Even the Russians know that there is no limit to the scope or methods of greedy marketing specialists"—the machine punched out a pattern of giggles and chuckles—"and I doubt if the Russians could ever invent a radiocompressor."
"Are all the admen part of this?"