Explore "Skylark Three" by E.E. Smith on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
In the innermost private office of Steel, Brookings and DuQuesne stared / at each other across the massive desk. DuQuesne's voice was cold, his / black brows were drawn together.
"Get this, Brookings, and get it straight. I'm shoving off at twelve / o'clock tonight. My advice to you is to lay off Richard Seaton, / absolutely. Don't do a thing. _Nothing, hold everything._ Keep on / holding it until I get back, no matter how long that may be," DuQuesne / shot out in an icy tone.