Just then the door to the main office shoved open and the C-S came
thundering out. I'm not exaggerating. Old Groating had a face like
Moses, beard and all, and when he frowned, which was now, you expected
lightning to crackle from his eyes. He breezed past the table with just
one glance from the blue quartz he's got for eyes, and all our legs
came down with a crash. Then he shot out of the room so fast I could
hear his rep tunic swish with quick whistling sounds.
After him came the controller, the vice con and the deputy vice con,
all in single file. They were frowning, too, and moving so rapidly we
had to jump to catch the deputy. We got him at the door and swung him
around. He was short and fat and trouble didn't sit well on his pudgy
face. It made him look slightly lop-sided.