They went. First they used up more breath on words and gestures, but they went, Pohl in the lead, with only half a necktie, Talbott next, and the law in the rear.
Thinking I might as well tidy up a little, I went and righted the chair Pohl had tried to use, then retrieved the iron and put it back on the table, and then examined the beautiful surface of the desk to see how much damage had been done.
“I suppose you’re a coward, aren’t you?” Dorothy inquired.
She had sat down again, in the same chair, and crossed the same legs. They were all right; I had no kick coming there.
“It’s controversial,” I told her, “It was on the Town Meeting of the Air last week. With a midget, if he’s unarmed, I’m as brave as a lion. Or with a woman. Try picking on me. But with—” A buzz sounded.
“The phone,” Dorothy said.
I pulled it to me and got the receiver to my ear.
“Is Miss Keyes there?”
“Yes,” I said, “she’s busy sitting down. Any message?”
“Tell her Mr. Donaldson is here to see her.”