Sally"s
There was a letter pushed under the door at number 430 when I got back from Penina, and a message on the apartment"s telephone. The call was from Richard Stockford. Karl Weilham was scheduled to chair a private meeting at the UN this coming Saturday, and Richard was attending. The question of a monopoly on the manufacture of an anti-typhoid d**g was to be discussed in view of the forthcoming merger. His company and the West German one were the only two in the world to have developed and distributed Ampicillin, a recent replacement for Chloramphenicol when resistance to that d**g had become widespread. He suggested I accompany him. The letter was from Jack. A curt, unceremonious one, not an invitation to a far off meeting. One that demanded immediate attendance.
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