Literature
Out Into The Night
[DEVIATION]
CHAPTER XXXI. Out Into The Night
At the opening of a tower, Clarindon Dor boasts to Judge Speaker and the police chief about his sons and how they will continue his legacy.
“By thunder,” the judge shook his head as they began to move with the crowd, down a glass stair towards the doors. “Sometimes you almost seem to mean it. Look here, Clarindon, a son is a person like any other, and people can always disappoint. Just suppose either of them should do something to spoil that good name?”
“You don't know them well enough, judge,” Dor countered, “they are too full of moral fibre to do anything like that.”
“You only have the two of them, the way I see it, that gives you two chances. I'm not trying to wind you up, but shouldn't you have had more?”
“You are being very silly, and this is why you should not drink. What about it, Ehnder?”
“Never get between the judge and the viceroy!” the chief laughed. “Besides, the point is valid enough.”
By this point they were in a crowded
