Day of the Guns (Murder Room Book 147) by Mickey Spillane

Author:Mickey Spillane [Spillane, Mickey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781471917868
Publisher: Orion
Published: 2015-12-13T12:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

THE upheaval in the United Nations was already well under way when I got there. One of the nations from the Soviet bloc had entered its proposal on the subject under discussion and the United States delegate had countered with our own and was backed up by the entire Western group with such unanimous approval that the Soviets were thrown into a partial panic. It was totally unexpected and both proposals of such divergent nature, and the Western one so evidently the proper approach that the Soviets were passing notes and making hurried consultations and from some of the black scowls showing I knew they were wondering what went wrong with their inside track.

Burton Selwick was on his feet acknowledging Britain’s acceptance of the United States’ proposition, his voice thundering, yet persuasive. Two Russian delegates were trying to pull their usual stunts of attempting to disrupt the proceedings but were being ordered to quiet down. Some sort of signal passed between them simultaneously and, as one man, a dozen of them got up and began to file out of the room.

There was an immediate rush of reporters to the phones to get the latest news to the press and it was plain that with this latest move the discussions were going to end in the general snafu that always accompanied the Soviet action.

Burton Selwick was still talking, but there was a hesitancy in his voice now. From where I stood I could see him plainly and there was a whiteness to his face and he pressed his hand against his side and held it there. Abruptly, he excused himself, sat down and leaned back in his seat tiredly. Two of his associates spoke to him, helped him to his feet and led him from the hall.

In the corridor they sat him down again and by the time I got there both Edith Caine and Gretchen Lark were at his side along with a dozen others. John Fredericks Talbot took up a position a little behind the group with four others and from their stance and demeanor I knew they were more than spectators or part of the party.

Someone asked for a doctor, but it was Gretchen Lark who told them it wasn’t necessary, she was a nurse and familiar with the situation. She sent someone into an office who returned with a glass of water and some tablets, had Selwick take them and when the color returned to his face, helped him up.

There was too much hubbub to hear what they were saying, but Selwick and Edith spoke a few words, he said something reassuring to her, patted her shoulder with a smile and let himself be led away to a room. At the door Talbot and one other took up a post there, telling the reporters that it was a minor gastric attack and that everything was all right and well under control.

Toomey came out of nowhere, nodded and said, ‘What do you think?’

‘He’s been pretty sick.’

‘Yes, I know, but he was to be a key speaker today.

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