Joe's mouth manifested its tic, but he was shaking his head. "It wouldn't go, anyway. Suppose I caught one, or both, of those other gliders, busy at their reconnaissance and shot their tails off. So what? The fans still wouldn't have their blood and gore. We'd be so high they couldn't see the action. All they would be able to see would be the other glider falling."
Freddy stopped dramatically and pointed a finger at him in triumph. "That's where you're wrong. I'll be in the back seat of your sailplane with a portable camera. Get it! And every reporter on the ground will have the word, and his most powerful telescopic lens at the ready. Man, it'll be the most televized bit of fracas of this half of the century!"
VIII
When Major Joe Mauser entered the swank Agora Bar, the little afternoon dance band broke into a few bars of that tune which was beginning to pall on him.
"... I knew her heart was breaking,
And to my heart in anguish pressed,
The girl I left behind me."
Nadine looked up from the little table she occupied and caught the wry expression on his face and laughed.
"What price glory?" she said.
He took the chair across from her and chuckled ruefully. "All right," he said, "I surrender. However, if you think a theme song is bad, you'll be relieved at some of the other ideas my, ah, publicity agent had which I turned down."
She said, "Oh, did he want you to dash into some burning building and save some old lady's canary, or something?"
"Not exactly. However, he had a nightclub singer with a list of nine or ten victories behind her—"