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Mr
.
Thompson
emitted
a
long
whistle
and
shook
his
head
apprehensively
.
"
That
one
is
no
friend
of
yours
,
"
he
said
in
a
tone
of
honest
warning
.
"
He
’
s
the
one
I
want
to
see
.
"
"
Okay
,
if
you
wish
.
If
you
say
so
.
Anything
you
wish
.
I
’
ll
have
him
here
tomorrow
morning
.
"
That
evening
,
dining
with
Wesley
Mouch
in
his
own
suite
,
Mr
.
Thompson
glared
angrily
at
a
glass
of
tomato
juice
placed
before
him
.
"
What
?
No
grapefruit
juice
?
"
he
snapped
;
his
doctor
had
prescribed
grapefruit
juice
as
protection
against
an
epidemic
of
colds
.
"
No
grapefruit
juice
,
"
said
the
waiter
,
with
an
odd
kind
of
emphasis
.
"
Fact
is
,
"
said
Mouch
bleakly
,
"
that
a
gang
of
raiders
attacked
a
train
at
the
Taggart
Bridge
on
the
Mississippi
.
They
blew
up
the
track
and
damaged
the
bridge
.
Nothing
serious
.
It
’
s
being
repaired
—
but
all
traffic
is
held
up
and
the
trains
from
Arizona
can
’
t
get
through
.
"
"
That
’
s
ridiculous
!
Aren
’
t
there
any
other
—
?
"
Mr
.
Thompson
stopped
;
he
knew
that
there
were
no
other
railroad
bridges
across
the
Mississippi
.
After
a
moment
,
he
spoke
up
in
a
staccato
voice
.
"
Order
army
detachments
to
guard
the
bridge
.
Day
and
night
.
Tell
them
to
pick
their
best
men
for
it
.
If
anything
happened
to
that
bridge
—
"
