Cordes said. “Well.” He was mollified. “Then perhaps now you’ll tell me what you want to see Mr. Horton about?” “Of course,” McCall said. “As his campaign manager, speechwriter, and so on, you must be on familiar terms with how Horton thinks. What I wanted to talk to him about was LeRoy Rawlings. Maybe you could give me some idea of what his reaction might be.” “Reaction to what?” “After you and I left the detective bureau today, a lawyer showed up with writs of habeas corpus for Rawlings and Mrs. Franks. Volper released Mrs. Franks, but he took Rawlings before Judge Edmundson for a preliminary hearing. Edmundson remanded him to jail in lieu of fifty thousand dollars’ bail.” The man Cordes had called Andy had climbed down from his stepladder and come around behind the station manager’s desk. There was a panel with a switch and a volume control knob in the desk top. The red-haired man activated the switch. A burst of sound came from the stereophonic speakers at the other end of the room.
