Null-ABC Part 8
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"All right, sergeant," Claire said. "You and Gorman go out to the office. Call me if anything comes up that needs my attention, in the next few minutes."
The sergeant started to protest. Claire cut him off.
"There's no danger here. This Literate can be trusted; he's a friend of Mr. Cardon's. Works at the brewery. It's all right."
The two rose and went out, leaving the door barely ajar. Pres...o...b.. and Claire, like a pair of marionettes on the same set of strings, cast a quick glance at the door and then were in each other's arms. Chester Pelton slept placidly as they kissed and whispered endearments.
It was Claire who terminated the embrace, looking apprehensively at her slumbering father.
"Ralph, what's it all about?" she asked. "I didn't even know that you and Frank Cardon knew each other, let alone that he had any idea about us."
Pres...o...b.. thought furiously, trying to find a safe path through the tangle of Claire Pelton's conflicting loyalties, trying to find a path between his own loyalties and his love for her, wondering how much it would be safe to tell her.
"And Cardon's gone completely cloak-and-dagger-happy," she continued.
"He's talking about plots against my father's life, and against me, and--"
"A lot of things are going on under cloaks, around here," he told her.
"And under Literate smocks, and under other kinds of costume. And a lot of daggers are out, too. You didn't know Frank Cardon was a Literate, did you?"
Her eyes widened. "I thought I was Literate enough to spot Literacy in anybody else," she said. "No, I never even suspected--"
Somebody rapped on the door. "Miss Pelton," the sergeant's voice called. "Visiphone call from Literates' Hall."
Pres...o...b.. smiled. "I'll take it, if you don't mind," he said. "I'm acting-chief-Literate here, now, I suppose."
She followed him as he went out into Pelton's office. When he snapped on the screen, a young man in a white smock, with the Fraternities Executive Section badge, looked out of it. He gave a slight start when he saw Pres...o...b...
"Literate First Cla.s.s Ralph N. Pres...o...b.., acting voluntarily for Pelton's Purchasers' Paradise during emergency," he said.
"Literate First Cla.s.s Armandez, Executive Section," the man in the screen replied. "This call is in connection with the recent attack of Chester Pelton upon Literate First Cla.s.s Bayne."
"Continue, understanding that we admit nothing," Pres...o...b.. told him.
"An extemporary session of the Council has found Pelton guilty of a.s.saulting Literate Bayne, and has fined him ten million dollars,"
Armandez announced.
"We enter protest," Pres...o...b.. replied automatically.
"Wait a moment, Literate. The Council has also awarded Pelton's Purchasers' Paradise damages to the extent of ten million dollars, for losses incurred by suspension of Literate service, and voted censure against Literate Bayne for ordering said suspension without consent of the Council. Furthermore, a new crew of Literates, with their novices, guards, et cetera, is being sent at once to your store. Obviously, neither the Fraternities, nor Pelton's, nor the public, would be benefitted by returning Literate Bayne or any of his crew; he has been given another a.s.signment."
"Thank you. And when can we expect this new crew of Literates?"
Pres...o...b.. asked.
The man in the screen consulted his watch. "Probably inside of an hour. We've had to do some re-shuffling; you know how these things are handled. And if you'll pardon me, Literate; just what are you doing at Pelton's? I understood that you were princ.i.p.al of Mineola High School."
"That's a good question." Pres...o...b.. hastily a.s.sessed the circ.u.mstances and their implications. "I'd suggest that you ask it of my superior, Literate Lancedale, however."
The Literate in the screen blinked; that was the equivalent, for him, of anybody else's jaw dropping to his midriff.
"Well! A pleasure, Literate. Good day."
"Miss Pelton!" The man in the blue-and-orange suit was still trying to catch her attention. "Where are we going to put that stuff? Russ Latterman's out in the store, somewhere, and I can't get in touch with him."
"What did you say it was?" she replied.
"Fireworks, for the Peace Day trade. We want to get it on sale about the middle of the month."
"This was a fine time to deliver them. Peace Day isn't till the Tenth of December. Put them down in the fireproof vault."
"That place is full of photographic film, and sporting ammunition, and other merchandise; stuff we'll have to draw out to replace stock on the shelves during the sale," the Illiterate objected.
"The weather forecast for the next couple of days is fair," Pres...o...b.. reminded her. "Why not just pile the stuff on the top stage, beyond the control tower, and put up warning signs?"
The man--Hutschnecker, Pres...o...b.. remembered hearing Claire call him--nodded.
"That might be all right. We could cover the cases with tarpaulins."
A buzzer drew one of the Illiterates to a handphone. He listened for a moment, and turned.
"Hey, there's a Mrs. H. Armytage Zydanowycz down in Furs; she wants to buy one of those mutated-mink coats, and she's only got half a million bucks with her. How's her credit?"
Claire handed Pres...o...b.. a black-bound book. "Confidential credit-rating guide; look her up for us," she said.
Another buzzer rasped, before Pres...o...b.. could find the entry on Zydanowycz, H. Armytage; the Illiterate office worker, laying down one phone, grabbed up another.
"They're all outta small money in Notions; every son and his brother's been in there in the last hour to buy a pair of dollar shoestrings with a grand-note."
"I'll take care of that," Hutschnecker said. "Wait till I call control tower, and tell them about the fireworks."
"How much does Mrs. H. Armytage Zydanowycz want credit for?" Pres...o...b.. asked. "The book says her husband's good for up to fifteen million, or fifty million in thirty days."
"Those coats are only five million," Claire said. "Let her have it; be sure to get her thumbprint, though, and send it up here for comparison."
"Oh, Claire; do you know how we're going to handle this new Literate crew, when they get here?"
"Yes, here's the TO for Literate service." She tossed a big chart across the desk to him. "I made a few notes on it; you can give it to whoever is in charge."
It went on, like that, for the next hour. When the new Literate crew arrived, Pres...o...b.. was delighted to find a friend, and a fellow-follower of Lancedale, in charge. Considering that Retail Merchandising was Wilton Joyner's section, that was a good omen.
Lancedale must have succeeded to an extraordinary degree in imposing his will on the Grand Council. Pres...o...b.. found, however, that he would need some time to brief the new chief Literate on the operational details at the store. He was unwilling to bring Claire too prominently into the conference, although he realized that it would be a matter of half an hour, at the outside, before every one of the new Literate crew would have heard about her Literate ability. If she'd only played dumb, after opening that safe--
Finally, by 1300, the new Literates had taken over, and the sale was running smoothly again. Latterman was somewhere out in the store, helping them; Claire had lunch for herself and Pres...o...b.. sent up from the restaurant, and for a while they ate in silence, broken by occasional spatters of small-talk. Then she returned to the question she had raised and he had not yet answered.
"You say Frank Cardon's a Literate?" she asked. "Then what's he doing managing the Senator's campaign? Fifth-columning?"
He shook his head. "You think the Fraternities are a solid, monolithic, organization; everybody agreed on aims and means, and working together in harmony? That's how it's supposed to look, from the outside. On the inside, though, there's a bitter struggle going on between two factions, over policy and for control. One faction wants to maintain the _status quo_--a handful of Literates doing the reading and writing for an Illiterate public, and holding a monopoly on Literacy. They're headed by two men, Wilton Joyner and Harvey Graves.
Null-ABC Part 8
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