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Farnham's Freehold


Chapter 1


"It's not a hearing aid," Hubert Farnham explained. "It's a radio, tuned
to the emergency frequency."
Barbara Wells stopped with a bite halfway to her mouth. "Mr. Farnham!
You think they are going to attack?"
Her host shrugged. "The Kremlin doesn't let me in on its secrets."
His son said, "Dad, quit scaring the ladies. Mrs. Wells -- "
"Call me 'Barbara.' I'm going to ask the court to let me drop the 'Mrs.'
"You don't need permission."
"Watch it, Barb," his sister Karen said. "Free advice is expensive."
"Shaddap. Barbara, with all respect to my worthy father, he sees spooks.
There is not going to be a war."
"I hope you're right," Barbara Wells said soberly. "Why do you think
so?"
"Because the communists are realists. They never risk a war that would
hurt them, even if they could win. So they won't risk one they can't win."
"Then I wish," his mother said, "that they would stop having these
dreadful crises. Cuba. All that fuss about Berlin-as if anybody cared! And now
this. It makes a person nervous. Joseph!"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"You fetch me coffee. And brandy. Caf├й royale."
"Yes, ma'am." The houseboy, a young Negro, removed her plate, barely
touched.
Young Farnham said, "Dad, it's not these phony crises that has Mother
upset; it's the panicky way you behave. You must stop it."
"No."
"You must! Mother didn't eat her dinner...and all because of that silly
button in your ear. You can't -- "
"Drop it, Duke."
"Sir?"
"When you moved into your own apartment, we agreed to live as friends.
As my friend your opinions are welcome. But that does not make you free to
interfere between your mother-my wife-and myself."
His wife said, "Now, Hubert."
"Sorry, Grace."
"You're too harsh on the boy. It does make me nervous."
"Duke is not a boy. And I've done nothing to make you nervous. Sorry."
"I'm sorry, too, Mother. But if Dad regards it as interference, well --
" Duke forced a grin. "I'll have to find a wife of my own to annoy. Barbara,
will you marry me?"
"No, Duke."
"I told you she was smart, Duke," his sister volunteered.
"Karen, pipe down. Why not, Barbara? I'm young, I'm healthy. Why,
someday I might even have clients. In the meantime you can support us."
"No, Duke. I agree with your father."