"And he won't think it's funny I talk American to him, eh?"
"He'll undoubtedly be intrigued."
They pulled up before a large apartment building that overlooked the
area once known as Wilmington.
Joe was coolly efficient now. He pulled out the automatic, held it down
below his knees and threw a shell into the barrel. He eased the hammer
down, thumbed on the safety, stuck the weapon back in his belt and
beneath the jacketlike garment he wore.
He said, "O.K. See you guys later." He left them and entered the
building.
An elevator--he still wasn't used to their speed in this era--whooshed
him to the penthouse duplex occupied by Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy.
There were two persons in the reception room but they left on Joe's
arrival, without bothering to look at him more than glancingly.
He spotted the screen immediately and went over and stood before it.
The screen lit and revealed a heavy-set, dour of countenance man seated
at a desk. He looked into Joe Prantera's face, scowled and said
something.
Joe said, "Joseph Salviati-Prantera to interview Citizen Howard
Temple-Tracy."