Cheney?"
"Yes, too long for my own good. Times have changed. People realized
once that men who go high in the technical world very seldom are
crooked. But your modern politician would believe evil of the
Almighty."
"What sort of timber are you developing among your field men, Cheney?"
"Only so-so! Young men aren't what they were in my day."
Enoch eyed the tired face under the white hair sympathetically. "Mr.
Cheney, you're letting these people get under your skin. And that is
exactly what they are aiming to do. You aren't the man you were a few
months ago. My advice to you is, take a vacation. When you come back
turn over the field work to a younger man and devote yourself to
finding who is after you and why. I have an idea that the gang is not
interested in you, personally."
Cheney suddenly sat up very straight. "You think that you--" then he
hesitated. "No, Mr. Secretary, this is a young man's fight. I'd
better resign."
"Perhaps, later on, but not now. After years of such honorable service
as yours, go because you have reached the fullness of years and have
earned your rest. Don't let these fellows smirch your name and the
name of the Service. Clear both before you go."
"What do I care for what they say of me!" cried Cheney with sudden
fire.
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