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.Tanya had promised to notify Customs Inspector Standish, who was distressed and anxious about his niece aboard Flight Two, immediately if there was any new development.Mel, not certain where he would keep his own vigil, left his office with Ned Ordway.Ordway saw the Meadowood demonstration first and caught sight of Elliott Freemantle.“That damn lawyer! I told him there’d be no demonstrations here.” He hurried toward the concourse crowd.“I’ll break this up fast.”Alongside, Mel cautioned, “He may be counting on you doing that—just so he can be a hero.”As they came nearer, Ordway shouldering his way ahead through the crowd, Elliott Freemantle proclaimed, “Despite assurances from the airport management earlier this evening, heavy air traffic—deafening and shattering as always—is still continuing at this late hour.Even now …”“Never mind that,” Ned Ordway cut in brusquely.“I already told you there would be no demonstrations in this terminal.”“But, Lieutenant, I assure you this is not a demonstration.” Freemantle still held the microphone, so that his words carried clearly.“All that’s happened is that I granted a television interview after a meeting with the airport management—I might say a highly unsatisfactory meeting—then reported to these people …”“Report some place else!” Ordway swung around, facing others nearest him.“Now, let’s break this up!”There were hostile glances and angry mutterings among the crowd.As the policeman turned back to Elliott Freemantle, photographers’ flashbulbs popped.TV floodlights, which had been turned off, went bright once more as television cameras focused on the two.At last, Elliott Freemantle thought, everything was going just the way he wanted.On the fringe of the crowd, Mel Bakersfeld was talking with one of the TV men and Tomlinson of the Tribune.The reporter was consulting his notes and reading a passage back.As he listened, Mel’s face suffused with anger.“Lieutenant,” Elliott Freemantle was saying to Ned Ordway, “I have the greatest respect for you and for your uniform.Just the same, I’d like to point out that we did hold a meeting some place else tonight—at Meadowood—but because of noise from this airport, we couldn’t hear ourselves.”Ordway snapped back, “I’m not here for a debate, Mr.Freemantle.If you don’t do as I say, you’ll be arrested.I’m ordering you to get this group out of here.”Someone in the crowd shouted, “Suppose we won’t go?”Another voice urged, “Let’s stay here! They can’t arrest all of us.”“No!” Elliott Freemantle held up a hand selfrighteously.“Please listen to me! There will be no disorder; no disobedience.My friends and clients—this police officer has ordered us to desist and leave.We will comply with his order.We may consider it a grave restriction of free speech”… there were responsive cheers and booing … “but let it not be said that at any point we failed to respect the law.” More crisply, he added, “I shall have a statement for the press outside.”“One moment!” Mel Bakersfeld’s voice cut sharply across the heads of others.He thrust his way forward.“Freemantle, I’m interested to know what will be in that press statement of yours.Will it be more misrepresentation? Another dose of distorted law reports to delude people who don’t know any better? Or just plain, old-fashioned fabrication which you’re so expert at?”Mel spoke loudly, his words carrying to those nearby.There was a buzz of interested reaction.People who had begun drifting away, stopped.Elliott Freemantle reacted automatically.“That’s a malicious, libelous statement!” An instant later, scenting danger, he shrugged.“However, I shall let it pass.”“Why? If it is libelous, you should know how to handle it.” Mel faced the lawyer squarely.“Or perhaps you’re afraid of it proving true.”“I’m afraid of nothing, Mr.Bakersfeld.The fact is, we’ve been told by this policeman that the party’s over.Now, if you’ll excuse me …”“I said it was over for you,” Ned Ordway pointed out.“What Mr.Bakersfeld does is something again.He has authority here.” Ordway had moved beside Mel; together they blocked the lawyer’s way.“If you were a real policeman,” Freemantle objected, “you’d treat us both equally.”Mel said unexpectedly, “I think he’s right.” Ordway glanced at him curiously.“You should treat us both equally.And instead of closing this meeting, I think you should allow me the same privilege of talking to these people which Mr.Freemantle just had.That is, if you want to be a real policeman.”“I guess I want to be.” The big dark-skinned police lieutenant, towering above the other two, was grinning.“I’m beginning to see it your way—and Mr.Freemantle’s.”Mel observed blandly to Elliott Freemantle, “You see, he’s come around.Now, since we’re all here, we may as well clear up a few things.” He held out his hand.“Let me have that microphone.”Mel’s anger of a minute or two ago was now less apparent
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