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Chapters (58)
  1. Cover Page
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Half Title
  6. Dramatis Personae
  7. Part One
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Part Two
  17. Chapter 9
  18. Chapter 10
  19. Chapter 11
  20. Chapter 12
  21. Chapter 13
  22. Chapter 14
  23. Chapter 15
  24. Chapter 16
  25. Chapter 17
  26. Part Three
  27. Chapter 18
  28. Chapter 19
  29. Chapter 20
  30. Chapter 21
  31. Chapter 22
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. Chapter 31
  41. Chapter 32
  42. Chapter 33
  43. Chapter 34
  44. Chapter 35
  45. Part Four
  46. Chapter 36
  47. Chapter 37
  48. Chapter 38
  49. Chapter 39
  50. Chapter 40
  51. Chapter 41
  52. Chapter 42
  53. Chapter 43
  54. Epilogue
  55. Footnotes
  56. Preview
  57. Copyright
  58. What’s next onyour reading list?

Actually, that was untrue, he thought, as he stepped through the door. At least half of those present, including the president, seemed to be smoking cigarettes. Clouds of smoke drifted from their glowing tips, burning his eyes and throat.

The locals backed away toward the rear of the room as Kolhammer’s people surged in quietly, nodding and smiling uncertainly. They took up positions, standing at ease, in the corner to his left.

“I’m sorry we can’t offer more in the way of hospitality, Admiral Kolhammer,” said Roosevelt, “but I’m afraid that’s my fault. I insisted on coming out here to meet you. Couldn’t stand to wait in that hotel.”

“It’s really not a problem, Mr. President.”

Kolhammer wasn’t sure what to say next. He’d expected to have another hour or two to compose something appropriate. He’d also been thrown by the presence of Eisenhower, and had to fight an impulse to address him as Mr. President. He really hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with a young John Kennedy, Richard Nixon, or George Bush anytime soon.

Before he could blunder into a morass of fatuous small talk, Roosevelt surprised him by saying, “Please accept my condolences for your losses at Midway, Admiral. I know they weren’t as serious as ours, but we don’t measure out our grief in teaspoons for the purposes of comparison. I’m sure you don’t, either.”

“No sir, we do not. And thank you. We lost some fine men and women. As did you . . . or, uhm . . .”

He was about to clarify that inaccuracy, but Roosevelt waved it away.

“We know what you mean, Admiral. Since you’re here, you’d best meet everyone now. General Eisenhower, could you do the introductions? I’m afraid I’m not as familiar with everybody, particularly the scientists, beside Professor Einstein.”

Eisenhower looked stumped for an instant.

Roosevelt grinned wickedly. “You’re not president yet, young man. You still have to work for a living.”

A small but genuine wash of laughter ran through the room.

They must know about Ike, Kolhammer realized. Word travels fast.

Eisenhower had put together the short list of scientists, with the help of Professor Einstein. But he suspected the president had asked him to do the introductions because Roosevelt and one of the scientists, Professor Millikan, loathed each other. Eisenhower had joked to King they needed the rifle squad inside the building to keep the two men apart.