Somewhere, somehow, they had got a new continuation, an unauthorized continuation, since a renewal was not listed in the records. Someone had arranged it for them. More than likely Norton.
But they had bungled. They had tried to cover up their tracks and had done no more than call attention to their absence.
In a thing like this, a man could not afford to blunder. A wise man, a man who took the time to think things out, would not make a blunder.
The senator pursed his flabby lips and whistled a snatch of music.
Norton was a gouger, of course. Pretending that he couldn’t make arrangements, pretending he was afraid of excommunication, jacking up the price.
The senator grinned wryly. It would take almost every dime he had, but it was worth the price.
He’d have to be careful, getting together that much money. Some from one bank, some from another, collecting it piecemeal by withdrawals and by cashing bonds, floating a few judicious loans so there’d not be too many questions asked.
He bought a paper at the corner and hailed a cab. Settling back in the seat, he creased the paper down its length and started in on column one. Another health contest. This time in Australia.
Health, thought the senator, they’re crazy on this health business. Health centers. Health cults. Health clinics.
He skipped the story, moved on to column two.