There was in the Assembly a man whom Mr. Roosevelt calls “Brogan.”
As "Private Brogan" his name figures among the Vesta's passengers.
Brogan turned the emotion away from himself with professional skill.
Kessler and Brogan had stopped eating and were watching her intently.
"I'm very interested in that aspect, as you may know," Brogan said.
Brogan stood with his hand on the door with led to the corridor.
Reluctantly the man whose house had been invaded stooped and unlaced his brogan.
Margaret smiled philosophically when Kessler told her he had to go back to see Brogan.
Brogan raised his hand again in his imperious gesture then dropped it to the desk.
A buzzer on Senator Brogan's desk hummed two short discreet hums.
