Pacifist download2/14/2024 “You’ve broken into my home-criminal,” he said. He allowed himself a deprecating snort before dropping it carelessly into a pocket. Warren Casey walked around the desk and brought the gun the other had been fumbling for from the drawer. The other’s normally ruddy face drained of colour. He stuck a hand into a side pocket, pointed a finger at McGivern through the cloth. He came over and around, throwing the younger man heavily to his back.Ĭasey didn’t bother to look down. Casey stuck out a hip, twisted quickly, turning his back halfway to the other. Warren Casey met him half way, reached forward with both hands and grasped the fabric of the foppish drape suit the secretary wore. “He’s a fake!” He bent over to snatch at a desk drawer. Senator Phil McGivern’s ability included cunning and a high survival factor. A Fredric McGivern at the age of perhaps fifty, with what had been boyish plump cheeks now gone to heavy jowls.Ĭasey stepped further into the room. ![]() ” As he talked, he sidestepped the other and emerged into the room beyond.īehind the desk was an older edition of nine-year-old Fredric McGivern. “Steve Jakes of Hemisphere News,” Warren Casey said. In a moment it opened and a husky in his mid-twenties, nattily attired and of obvious self-importance, frowned at him. ![]() ![]() He went over to the heavy door which the butler had indicated as Senator McGivern’s study, and knocked on it. “That’ll keep you out for a couple of hours,” he muttered, closing the closet door. He darted a hand to a vest pocket and brought forth a syrette. The servant folded up with a lung-emptying sigh and Casey caught him before he hit the floor, pushed and wedged him inside. ”Ĭasey brought his flat hand around in a quick clip. the police shall know of this immediately.” Just take me to the Senator, see? Don’t do nothing at all that might make me want to pull this trigger." “Don’t get excited and maybe you won’t get hurt. I’ll check.” The other turned and led the way.Ĭasey stuck a finger into his back. “Fer crissakes, we gonna stand here all day? I gotta deadline.” Hemisphere News Service,” Warren Casey yawned. He didn’t bother to look up into the face of whoever opened the door. By the time he arrived he had achieved a cynical quality in his expression) of boredom. The nearest metro exit was about a quarter of a mile from Senator McGivern’s residence and Warren Casey walked the distance. He departed the house by the front door and made his way to the metro escalator. He stared down at the gun for a moment, then grimaced and left it. His shirt was not clean, as though this was the second day he had worn it, and there was a food spot on his tie.Īt the small desk he picked up an automatic pencil and clipped it into the suit’s breast pocket and stuffed a bulky notebook into a side pocket. He dressed in an inexpensive suit not overly well pressed and showing wear. He emerged from the bath, little refreshed and some five years older. He went into the bath and showered thoroughly, washing out a full third of the hair that had been on his head and half the color in that which remained. “I’ll have him in the cell behind the rumpus room.”ĭown below he went to the room that had been assigned him and stripped from the uniform. We have to pick on a child.”Ĭasey flicked a quick glance at her as he lit the pipe. The nurse looked down at the crumpled figure bitterly. He’ll be out for another half hour or so. She said, even though she must have been able to see the boy, “You got him?” In the garage, Mary Baca was waiting nervously. While the garage’s elevator sunk into the recess below, he was loading the aged briar from an equally ancient pouch. He fingered a switch with his left hand, even as be brought his right out of his jacket holding a badly bummed-out pipe. Warren Casey swooped in, dropped two levels precipitately and brought the helio-car down in so dainty a landing that there was no perceptible touch of air cushion to garage top. It was more than an hour before the kidnapping was discovered. In seconds it had bounded into the second level and then the first, to speed off to the southwest. “Are you sure?” Still frowning, Fredric McGivern climbed into the helio-car. Get into the car and I’ll tell you all about it.” He wore a uniform with which young McGivern was not familiar, but which looked reassuring. ![]() The boy saw a man in his mid-thirties, a certain dynamic quality behind the facial weariness. A bit plump, particularly about the face. “Well, yes, sir.” He was a youngster of about nine. The lad stopped and frowned in puzzlement. Warren Casey called, “Boy! You’re Fredric McGivern, aren’t you?” PACIFIST IT WAS ANOTHER TIME, another space, another continuum.
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