She said, "Artie, I know how your mind works. Did you think if you
got on the radio and told them that you and the congressman were
handling relief here, that would keep him from backing out? Did you
think everybody in the country would be listening--at this time of the
morning!--and that would make it official?"
"They're recording," Artie Chesbro said sullenly. "They're going to
rebroadcast in the morning. I already talked to one of the men from the
network."
Dick McCue said, "Mr. Chesbro, it's nothing to me one way or another.
But there's a curfew, you know. You can't go running around out there
tonight."
Artie Chesbro's expression was petulant. "Leave me alone, will you? I
know what I'm doing!"
Polly Chesbro folded her hands and looked at him. "Artie, don't you
ever learn?" Her expression was gentle, her voice was calm--even warm,
Groff thought, with a sudden shock that was almost jealousy. "Remember
the television station?"