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