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“Then how come all the polls show Francis Ke
There was a silence and then Martin Mutford spoke. "I had a look at some of the legislation being prepared to regulate the stock market and banks. If Ke
'' I'll be there waiting for them," Audick said, gri
Inch said impatiently, "You'll be in one of those country club jails playing with computers that keep track of your oil tankers. "
Audick had never liked Louis Inch. He didn't like a man who piled up human beings from underground to the stars, and charged a million dollars for apartments no bigger than a spittoon. Audick said, "I'm sure my cell will have more room than one of your fancy apartments. And once I'm in, don't be too fucking sure you can get oil to heat those skyscrapers. And another thing, I'll get a better break gambling in jail than in your Atlantic City casinos."
Greenwell, as the oldest and most experienced in dealing with the government, felt he had to take charge of the conversation. "I think we should, through our companies and other representatives, pour a great deal of money into the campaign of Ke
Martin Mutford said, "First let's decide what kind of money we are talking about and how it's to be contributed."
Greenwell said, "How about a round sum of-five hundred million dollars."
Audick said, "Wait a minute, I've just lost fifty billion and you want me to go for another unit?"
Inch said maliciously, "What's one unit, Bert. Is the oil industry going chickenshit on us? You Texans can't spare a lousy one hundred million?"
Salentine said, "TV time costs a lot of money. If we are going to saturate the airwaves from now until November that's five whole months. That's going to be expensive."
"And your TV network gets a big chunk of that," Inch said aggressively. He was proud of his reputation as a fierce negotiator. "You TV guys put in your share out of one pocket and it appears like magic in your other pockets. I think that should be a factor when we contribute."
Mutford said, "Look, we're talking peanuts here," which outraged the others. "Take It Private" Mutford was famous for his cavalier treatment of money. To him it was only a telex transporting some sort of spiritual substance from one ethereal body to another. It had no reality. He gave casual girlfriends a brand-new Mercedes, a bit of eccentricity he had learned from rich Texans. If he had a mistress for a year he bought her an apartment house to make her old age secure. Another mistress had a house in Malibu, another a castle in Italy and an apartment in Rome. He had bought an illegitimate son a piece of a casino in England. It had cost him nothing, merely slips of paper signed. And he always had a place to stay whenever he traveled. The Albanese girl owned her famous restaurant and building the same way. And there were many others. Money meant nothing to "Private" Mutford.
Audick said aggressively, "I paid my share with Dak."
Mutford said, "Bert, you're not in front of congressional committees arguing oil depletion allowances."
"You have no choice," Inch told Audick. "If Ke
George Greenwell was wondering again whether he should dissociate himself officially from these men. After all, he was too old for these adventures.
His grain empire stood in less danger than the fields of these other men.
The oil industry too obviously blackmailed the government to make scandalous profits. His own grain business was low-key; people in general did not know that only five or six privately held companies controlled the bread of the world. Greenwell feared that a rash, belligerent man like Bert Audick could get them all in really serious trouble. Yet he enjoyed the life of the Socrates Club, the week-long seminars filled with interesting discussions on the affairs of the world, the sessions of backgammon, the rubbers of bridge. But he had lost that hard desire to get the best of his fellowmen.
Inch said, "Come on, Bert, what the hell is a lousy unit to the oil industry? You guys have been sucking the public tit-dry with your oil depletion allowance for the last hundred years."
Martin Mutford laughed. "Stop the bullshit," he said. "We are all in this together. And we will all hang together if Ke
This distracted them. Audick said thoughtfully, "He doesn't have any woman. I've already had that checked out. Maybe he's a fag."
"So what?" Salentine said. Some of the top stars on his network were gay and he was sensitive on the subject. Audick's language offended him.
But Louis Inch unexpectedly took Audick's point. "Come on," he said to Salentine, "the public doesn't mind if one of your goofy comedians is gay, but the President of the United States?"
"The time will come," Salentine said.
"We can't wait," Mutford said. "And besides, the President is not gay.
He's in some sort of sexual hibernation. I think our best shot is to attack him through his staff," Mutford added thoughtfully. He considered for a moment and then said, "The Attorney General, Christian Klee, I've had some people check into him. You know he's a somewhat mysterious guy for a public figure. Very rich, much richer than people think, I've taken a sort of unofficial peek at his banking records. Doesn't spend much, he's not keeping women or into drugs, that would have showed up in his cash flow. A brilliant lawyer who doesn't really care that much for law.
Not into good works. We know he is devoted to Ke
Audick said, "Klee was CIA, high up in operations. I've heard some weird stories about him."
"Maybe those stories could be our ammunition," Mutford said.
"Only stories," Audick said. "And you'll never get anything out of the CIA files, not with that guy Tappey ru
Greenwell said casually, "I happen to have some information that the President's chief of staff, that man Dazzy, has a somewhat messy personal life. His wife and he quarrel and he sees a young girl."
Oh shit, Mutford thought, I have to get them off this. Jeralyn Albanese had told him all about Christian Klee's threat.
"That's too minor," he said. "What do we gain even if we force Dazzy out?
The public will never turn against the President for a staff member screwing a young girl, not unless it's rape or harassment."
Audick said, "So we approach the girl and give her a million bucks and have her yell rape."
Mutford said, "Yeah, but she has to holler rape for three years of screwing and having her bills paid. It won't wash."