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All
during
the
long
session
he
kept
expecting
someone
to
drop
the
other
shoe
.
But
no
one
did
and
no
aide
came
in
with
any
message
for
him
.
He
was
forced
to
conclude
that
the
fact
that
Smith
was
missing
actually
was
close
held
in
his
own
personal
staff
unlikely
as
that
seemed
.
The
Secretary
General
wanted
very
badly
to
close
his
eyes
and
hope
that
the
whole
horrid
mess
would
go
away
,
but
events
would
not
let
him
.
Nor
would
his
wife
let
him
.
Agnes
Douglas
’
personal
saint
,
by
choice
,
was
Evita
Peron
,
whom
she
fancied
she
resembled
.
Her
own
persona
,
the
mask
that
she
held
out
to
the
world
,
was
that
of
helper
and
satellite
to
the
great
man
she
was
privileged
to
call
husband
.
She
even
held
this
mask
up
to
herself
,
for
she
had
the
Red
Queen
’
s
convenient
ability
to
believe
anything
she
wished
to
believe
.
Nevertheless
,
her
own
political
philosophy
could
have
been
stated
baldly
(
which
it
never
was
)
as
a
belief
that
men
should
rule
the
world
and
women
should
rule
men
.
That
all
of
her
beliefs
and
actions
derived
from
a
blind
anger
at
a
fate
that
had
made
her
female
never
crossed
her
mind
?
still
less
could
she
have
believed
that
there
was
any
connection
between
her
behavior
and
her
father
’
s
wish
for
a
son
?
or
her
own
jealousy
of
her
mother
.
Such
evil
thoughts
never
entered
her
head
.
She
loved
her
parents
and
had
fresh
flowers
put
on
their
graves
on
all
appropriate
occasions
;
she
loved
her
husband
and
often
said
so
publicly
;
she
was
proud
of
her
womanhood
and
said
so
publicly
almost
as
often
–
she
frequently
joined
the
two
assertions
.
Agnes
Douglas
did
not
wait
for
her
husband
to
act
in
the
case
of
the
missing
Man
from
Mars
.
All
of
her
husband
’
s
personal
staff
took
orders
as
readily
from
her
as
from
him
?
in
some
cases
,
even
more
readily
.
She
sent
for
the
chief
executive
assistant
for
civil
information
,
as
Mr
.
Douglas
’
s
press
agent
was
called
,
then
turned
her
attention
to
the
most
urgent
emergency
measure
,
that
of
getting
a
fresh
horoscope
cast
.
There
was
a
private
,
scrambled
link
from
her
suite
in
the
Palace
to
Madame
Vesant
’
s
studio
;
the
astrologer
’
s
plump
,
bland
features
and
shrewd
eyes
came
on
the
screen
almost
at
once
.
"
Agnes
?
What
is
it
,
dear
?
I
have
a
client
with
me
.
"
"
Your
circuit
is
hushed
?
"
"
Of
course
.
"
"
Get
rid
of
the
client
at
once
.
This
is
an
emergency
.
"
Madame
Alexandra
Vesant
bit
her
lip
,
but
her
expression
did
not
change
otherwise
and
her
voice
showed
no
annoyance
.
"
Certainly
.
Just
a
moment
.
"
Her
features
,
faded
out
of
the
screen
,
were
replaced
by
the
"
Hold
"
signal
.
A
man
entered
the
room
,
stood
waiting
by
the
side
of
Mrs
.
Douglas
’
desk
;
she
turned
and
saw
that
it
was
James
Sanforth
,
the
press
agent
she
had
sent
for
.
