CHAPTER ONE
! mahogany-paneled president s
WrrnIN Tim sEDATe，
i office of Pierce & Rothchilde， Publishers， Byron
~ ter itched a shaW-Pointed dart at the arrogant
i Fortes P ~-r The dart nailed
face of his latest traitorous auttlu ~
e V Murrow smack in the middle of his neatly
H nry ~ - ed He was getting pretty
olip~ had bee~ in the of，ice in
i good at tlais， r~ow i L~
! person instead of in the form of an eight-by-ten glossy
publicity photo， Byron would have been a happy man.
Only that morning Henry had called tO notify him that
~ he d just signed a mega-deal with a big New York
publisher.
\"For what?\" Byron had demanded.
\"A teehnothdUer.\"
\"What， do you have a dastardly villain threatening
to blow up the world with a toaster? You don t know
anything about advancext technology. Henry， for
God s sake， you haven t even figured out the tele-
graph yet.\"
\"Research， my boy. Research.\"
Pierce & Rothchilde didn t publish technothrillers.
Its specialties were expensive-to-produce coffee-table
books， mostly about art， geography and history， and
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