The Day the Earth Caught Fire Page #3

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Yeah? Oh yeah, Sandy.

Yes, I understand all that,

dear, but Holroyd knows me.

We used to work together.

Now, just tell him Peter Stenning.

No, I'd rather do this myself.

I've got my own sources...

Look, just tell Mr Holroyd!

This girl's a bigger threat than radiation.

I heard that remark. Listen, I don't

care if you're Lord Rothermere himself.

All right, Beaverbrook. I'm putting

you through to the press office.

You were gonna get me Mr Holroyd.

Would you get me Professor Lambert...

Listen, your job is to pass

messages on when you're asked.

My job is to do what I'm told by

the people who gave me the job.

And anyway, this isn't my job.

I'm from the pool.

Well, why don't you

dive back in and drown?

I take it you didn't get

much change out of her.

I'm going over there, and I'm gonna

shake her till the tilt sign goes up.

Fine. In the meantime,

shake my car keys out of your pocket.

I may want to use it

before closing time.

Hello. Professor Lambert?

Hello. It's Bill Maguire here

of the Daily Express, Tom.

Hello. Tom, about these seismograph

readings of the latest American experiment.

Would you say they were bigger than

the official announcement gives out?

Oh, off the record, of course.

Something pretty huge?

- Press office.

- Straight through. Second left.

- Mr Holroyd's on the same floor, isn't he?

- No, sir. One up.

- Did you have an appointment?

- No. I'm just going into the press office.

Hello, Pat. Well, this is a bit

better than Picture Post. Isn't it?

Stenning, what the hell do you want?

- A quote on sunspots.

- Sunspots?

Look, just tell me that the static,

the monsoon, the compass trouble,

and the terrible shows we get on

television are all caused by sunspots.

And that the sunspots are caused

by bigger bomb experiments

and I'll leave you in peace.

Well, there usually is a bit

of extra sunspot activity

this time of the year, old boy.

But I don't think it has

much to do with anything.

But there could be some connection.

Oh, come on, say yes.

What harm could it do you?

Look, Stenning, it's nice to see you again,

but I'm afraid I'm up to my neck, old boy.

All right, Miss Johnson.

Take this to the typing pool,

have it mimeographed immediately.

- I see you're still a bit of a liberty taker...

- Well, give me something, Pat.

- I've got to get a story out of this.

- Sorry, can't oblige, old boy...

But why not? It's a perfectly routine,

harmless, silly season story.

- Look, Peter, you've no right to be here.

- Well, it is, isn't it?

- Well, just tell me, yes or no.

- I don't have to tell you anything, Stenning.

You got no special position that

entitles you to a first break

on anything that

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