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Loyal little thing, murmured Harry Rand, thinking, If I'd been single and twenty years
younger.... Well, I'm glad you saw to her welfare, Walt, though I wonder what you were
thinking of, getting her a job in this town. And I repeat, I don't want to face that
temptation again, so you just see to it that I don't. He knew that Kalvin was sensitive
enough to his moods that, when his soul was uneasy, even Walter Kalvin trod with care.
I'm going to bed now.

Kalvin stood up, drained his glass. Just keep in mind that we'd better have a media
council before Unruh starts sipping morphine cocktails. When we can nail a reporter for
sedition, we won't need a replacement for Unruh. If we can't? because Unruh could be
your Ollie North to an irresponsible press? consider packing your bags a couple of
months from now.''

Tugging at his vest, preparing for the walk from the West Wing back to the White House
proper, the President paused at the door. I suppose you've given some thought to the
people I might appoint to that council.

Some, Walt Kalvin agreed. And to chair it, why, as it happens I have a little spare time I
might devote to it. Any problem with that?

No, said the President moodily. I was just hoping you might surprise me.




FIVE

Ramsay awoke with a possible solution foremost in his mind, the perch his sleep had
clung to, a springboard for a Friday morning scrubbed clean by the rain; and its name
was T. Broeck Wintoon. Ramsay made it out Connecticut Avenue to the studios before
nine, not driving hard but with a sense of urgency. One day NBN would abandon this
sprawl of offices across the second story of a suburban shopping center; go for status
like ABC. And then Alan Ramsay would really have something to bitch about: parking,
congestion, formality.

No need for a guard at the back entrance because his key-card was his pass through the
steel-faced door, and Ramsay took the stairs three at a time. A cheery greeting to Ellen
at the reception desk, a quick scan of the big board in the middle of the 'bullpen,' a room
larger and noisier than it should be for professionals sweating deadlines. He was in time
for the early conference session for the evening news? here in the studios they called it
the nice capades because several tough prima donnas managed to put broadcasts
together every day by simply nicing like hell, being objective about the length and
placement of their stories. That, like working in an atmosphere of simulated chaos, was
also part of professionalism.
His next piece wasn't scheduled until Monday. He even had time for the call to old
Wintoon, so Ramsay swung into his glassed-in cubicle and punched the information
number for Georgetown University. Professor Wintoon, with only two classes to meet
and a penchant for popping in on fellow academics, was seldom in his office. That's why
the old man carried a pager on his belt, calling Ramsay back from the faculty lounge.