“A leader who can be trusted to be American.”
“This is the parting of the ways, then?”
“The finish.” Something in Jeremy’s throat was hurting him so that he could hardly speak. And he could not, for anything, look at Martin Embree. Then Embree made it easier for him.
“And after all the years I’ve stood by you!” he cried angrily. “You turncoat! You don’t know what loyalty is!”
“I’ve got pretty definite notions as to disloyalty.” Embree seized a pen and crossed Jeremy’s name off the revised list, with a pen that ripped through the paper.
“All right,” said the victim evenly. “Who goes in as vice-chairman?”
“That’s for me to say.”
“You’re still expecting The Guardian to support the council?”
Embree’s throat contracted with impotent fury. “I’ll put in Clarence Ensign.”
An impulse of pity rose within the other. “You can’t do anything with The Record crowd, Martin,” he said. “How can they play your game? I don’t suppose you’re going back on your corporation policies.”