"Will the Senator yield to the Senator from Alabama?"
"I will not. I refuse to be gagged in the process of acquainting the American people with facts upon which their very survival depends."
The floor was crowded now. The press and the visitors' galleries were packed as Senator Crane's words continued to boom forth.
And in the press gallery a reporter from the Sioux City Clarion looked at a representative of the London Times, and said, "Good God! He's gone off his rocker!"
The Englishman, aloof but definitely enthralled, touched his mustache delicately and answered, "Quite."
Frank Corson rang the bell and waited at the door of Rhoda Kane's apartment. The door opened. She wore a pale blue brunch coat. Her hair glowed in the light of midmorning, but her face was pale and a little drawn.
Her eyes were slightly red, as though she might have been crying.
"Hello, Rhoda."
"Hello, Frank."