white-with-red-trimmings place with the big Pabst sign out in front. I’ll try to get there without letting a couple of reporters hide in the luggage-trunk.”
“Okay; see you directly.”
Rand hung up, spent the next few minutes breaking away from Pierre and his mother, and went out to his car. Trust Dave 杭州滨江街女最多的地方 Ritter, he thought, to pick some place where malt beverages were sold, for a rendezvous.
Dave’s coupé was parked inconspicuously beside the red-trimmed roadhouse. Opening his glove-box, Rand took out the two percussion revolvers and shoved them under his trench coat, one on either side, pulling up the belt to hold them in place. As he went into the
roadhouse, he felt like Damon Runyon’s Twelve-Gun Tweeney. He found Ritter in the last booth, engaged in finishing a bottle of beer. Rand ordered Bourbon and plain water, and Ritter ordered another beer.
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Rand glanced over them. Tipton had neatly and concisely summarized the provisions of Lane Fleming’s will, and 杭州下沙不正规足浴店 had also listed all Fleming’s life insurance policies, with beneficiaries, including a partnership policy on the lives of Fleming, Dunmore, and Anton Varcek, paying each of the survivors $25,000.
“I see Gladys and Geraldine and Nelda each get a third of Fleming’s Premix stock,” Rand commented. “But before they can have the certificates transferred to them, they have to sign over their voting-power to the board of directors. Evidently Fleming didn’t approve of the feminine touch in business.”
“Yeah, isn’t that a dandy?” Ritter asked. “The directors are elected by majority 杭州足疗小巷在哪里 vote of the stockholders. They now have the voting-power of a majority of the stock; that makes the present board self-perpetuating, and responsible only to each other.”
“So it does, but that wasn’t what I was thinking of. According to Tip, the board is 杭州滨江按摩不正规的 one hundred per cent in favor of the merger with National Milling & Packaging. We’ll have to suppose Fleming knew that; there must have been considerable intramural acrimony on the subject while he was still alive. Now, since he opposed the merger, if he had intended committing suicide, he would have made some other arrangement, wouldn’t he? At least, one would suppose so. Well, then,” Rand asked, “why, since he is so worried about these suicide rumors, doesn’t Goode use the one argument which would utterly disprove them? Or is there some reason why he doesn’t want to call 杭州足浴名店 attention to the fact that Fleming’s death is what makes the merger possible?”
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