![]() "For your information, I picked up a flash from Denver. "Any late news?" Garth asked, over Dollard's shoulder. Since breakfast, he had sat glued to the news while a battery of video announcers reported from central strongholds on the progress of the bacterial epidemic that already had swept the Atlantic seaboard. The last of America's industrial tycoons refocussed his attention on the world telecasts. "Just see that we continue understanding one another," Edwin Dollard snapped. "It's right good we understand each other." It'll be like being reborn again." His pained somber eyes lit up. "As for women, there'll be time enough for them. The others-stupid sheep-let them die!" Lust spread his heavy cheeks into a wide grin. There'll be no tales out of those greaseballs."ĭollard's pudgy features relaxed. "The men still know nothing." His thin lips cracked into a forced smile. "Two more hours-and the ship will be ready," Garth announced. He was in time to observe Garth enter by the paneled tunnel door. ![]() Dwin Dollard's nervous stubby fingers spilled three precious drops of his fifth Scotch highball, as he veered his head away from the horrors on the telescreen. ![]()
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