said, not looking at him. ââIâll have to think about that. In the meantime before you go out there and let them stand you up against the wall, you need to know thisâtheyâre going to hit you with questions about the primary campaign. Have you got an answer for them?â
âId est, am I ready to announce my candidacy. No. Iâm not.â
âBecause youâre not sure if the Phaeton thing will turn into a banana peel?â
âMaybe.â
âThe mood of the press,â she said deadpan, âis such that theyâre assuming if you donât declare for office now itâs because youâre scared the party will scuttle you over the Phaeton issue. One of them asked me if you intended to run as an Independent. Have you thought about it?â
âNo.â
âThe funny thing is, I believe you. But they wonât.â
âThey wouldnât anyway. Candidates always deny theyâre going to be candidates. Thatâs rule one of the great American game.â
âThen what will you tell them?â
âThat I havenât made up my mind.â
âTheyâll call it a cop-out.â
âLet them,â he said. âWeâd better go.â
He took her arm but she disengaged herself. âIt wouldnât look right, would it? Youâd better go out alone and let them take your picture on the stairs. Iâll creep out afterward and collect your luggage and meet you out front with the car. Will you be staying at the ranch?â
âNot for a few days. I had Les call the Pioneer for a reservation.â
âI could have somebody drop your bags at the hotel if you want to stop by the office first.â
âGood. Iâll want to get on the phone before dinner.â He walked toward the door, and stopped. âDinner. Are you busy tonight?â
âIs it important?â
âSometimes Iâm not sure whatâs important,â he said, and elaborated it with a lie: âThereâs a lot weâll have to discuss and there may not be time at the office. Iâm going to work you hard for the next week or two.â
âIn that case Iâll break my date.â Her eyes were dark with a sort of reserve he couldnât place. She had been married once, but her husband had been dead ten or twelve years. Still, it was possible she felt his presence, as Forrester felt Angieâs, a memory which crowded out the desire for further affinities.
She was watching him with a soft wide expression, her lips slightly parted and her head tipped to one side. He gave her a quick smile and stepped out into the warm blaze of sunlight.
He sat back with a huge yawn and a slow two-handed combing back of his hair. Through the doorway he saw Ronnie with a telephone receiver on her shoulder, head tilted against it to free her hands, listening to the phone and jotting on a brass-framed calendar pad. She had lovely eyes.
She cradled the phone and ripped the top page off the pad and came into his office talking briskly:
âI tracked down Frank Shattuck at the Mountain Oyster Club. Heâll be on the golf course in the morning but he said heâd be home by three if youâd care to drop in then.â Her voice was dry with irony. âEasy enough to see how the windblows, isnât it? He wonât come to youâyou have to go to him.â
âAfter all,â he said, âtomorrowâs Sunday.â Frank Shattuck was board chairman of Shattuck Industries, which manufactured ICBM components in its plant two miles from the gate of Davis Monthan Air Force Base.
She poked the note into his breast pocket. âDonât miss the appointment.â But the gesture contained an intimacy she evidently hadnât intended and she stepped back quickly.
He spoke to fill the silence. âWeâll have to take a raincheck on that dinner-for-two. I just talked to Colonel Ryan. Heâll skin me if I