“Anson Lee, perhaps.”
Otto sniffed. “I believe that was his name. A newspaper person, sir.”
“Show him in,” said the senator.
He sat stolidly in his chair and thought: Lee’s found out about it. Somehow he’s ferreted out the fact the party’s thrown me over. And he’s here to crucify me.
He may suspect, but he cannot know. He may have heard a minor, but he can’t be sure. The party would keep mum, must necessarily keep mum, since it can’t openly admit its traffic in life continuation. So Lee, having heard a rumor, had come to blast it out of me, to catch me by surprise and trip me up with words.
I must not let him do it, for once the thing is known, the wolves will come in packs knee deep.
Lee was walking into the room and the senator rose and shook his hand.
“Sorry to disturb you, senator,” Lee told him, “but I thought maybe you could help me.”
“Anything at all,” the senator said, affably. “Anything I can. Sit down, Mr. Lee.”
“Perhaps you read my story in the morning paper,” said Lee. “The one on Dr. Carson’s disappearance.”