FENWICK MOVED SLOWLY back to his own car and sat behind the wheel without starting the motor. It seemed a long time since nine-thirty yesterday morning, when he had come in to Baker’s office to check on the grant he had known Baker wasn’t going to give him. Now, merely by kicking Baker’s refuse pile with his toe, so to speak, he had turned up a diamond that Baker was ready to discard.
Fenwick felt a sudden surge of revulsion. How was it possible for such a blind, ignorant fool as Baker to be placed in the position he was in? How could the administrative officers of the United States Government be responsible for such misjudgment? Such maladministration, if performed consciously, would be sheer treason. Yet, unconsciously and ignorantly, Baker’s authority was perpetuated, giving him a stra
