
'Those were good patent attorneys you recommended, Al,' Custer said. He lifted his
briefcase to his lap, patted it. 'No mincing around or mealy-mouthed excuses. Already got this
thing on the way.' Again, he tapped the briefcase.
He brought that damn' light gadget here with him? Wallace wondered. Why? He glanced at
the briefcase. Didn't know it was that small ... but maybe he's just talking about the plans for
it.
'Let's keep our minds on this hearing,' Wallace whispered. 'This is the only thing that's
important.'
Into a sudden lull in the room's high noise level, the voice of someone in the press section
carried across them: 'greatest political show on earth.'
'I brought this as an exhibit,' Custer said. Again, he tapped the briefcase. It did bulge
oddly.
Exhibit? Wallace asked himself.
It was the second time in ten minutes that Custer had shocked him. This was to be a
hearing of a subcommittee of the Senate Interior and Insular Affairs Committee. The issue was
Taylor grazing lands. What the devil could that ... gadget have to do with the battle of words
and laws to be fought here?
'You're supposed to talk over all strategy with your attorney,' Wallace whispered. 'What the
devil do you ... '
He broke off as the room fell suddenly silent.
Wallace looked up to see the subcommittee chairman, Senator Haycourt Tiborough, stride
through the wide double doors followed by his coterie of investigators and attorneys. The
senator was a tall man who had once been fat. He had dieted with such savage abruptness
that his skin had never recovered. His jowls and the flesh on the back of his hands sagged.
The top of his head was shiny bald and ringed by a three-quarter tonsure that had purposely
been allowed to grow long and straggly so that it fanned back over his ears.
The senator was followed in close lock step by syndicated columnist Anthony Poxman who
was speaking fiercely into Tiborough's left ear. TV cameras tracked the pair.
If Poxman's covering this one himself instead of sending a flunky, it's going to be bad,
Wallace told himself.
Tiborough took his chair at the center of the committee table feeing them, glanced left and
right to assure himself the other members were present.
Senator Spealance was absent, Wallace noted, but he had party organization difficulties at
home, and the Senior Senator from Oregon was, significantly, not present. Illness, it was
reported.
A sudden attack of caution, that common Washington malady, no doubt. He knew where
his campaign money came from ... but he also knew where the votes were.
They had a quorum, though.
Tiborough cleared his throat, said: 'The committee will please come to order.'
The senator's voice and manner gave Wallace a cold chill. We were nuts trying to fight this
one in the open, he thought. Why 'd I let Custer and his friends talk me into this? You can't
butt heads with a United States senator who's out to get you. The only way's to fight him on
the inside.
And now Custer suddenly turned screwball.
Exhibit I
'Gentlemen,' said Tiborough, 'I think we can ... that is, today we can dispense with
preliminaries ... unless my colleagues ... if any of them have objections.'
Again, he glanced at the other senators - five of them. Wallace swept his gaze down the