He stood at the huge window of Senator brogan's office, looking out at the shimmering sunlight on one of Washington's green malls.
There was in the Assembly a man whom Mr. Roosevelt calls “brogan.”
Kessler and brogan had stopped eating and were watching her intently.
brogan turned the emotion away from himself with professional skill.
It was nearly ten o'clock when Kessler and brogan met Margaret at the hotel dining room.
brogan stood with his hand on the door with led to the corridor.
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.
Reluctantly the man whose house had been invaded stooped and unlaced his brogan.
brogan flung himself back dramatically in his big chair, throwing out his arms.