"The motion has been presented and seconded; the amendment has been presented and seconded. It will now be put to a vote!" "Roll call!" Cardon demanded. Four or five other voices, from both sides of the chamber, supported him. "The vote will be by roll call," Literate President Morehead agreed. "Addison, Walter G." "Aye!" He was a subordinate of Harvey Graves. "Agostino, Pedro V." "Aye!" He was a Lancedale man. So it went on. Graves voted for the motion. Joyner voted against it. All the Lancedale faction, now convinced that their leader had the opposition on the run, voted loudly for it. "The vote has been one hundred and eighty-three for, seventy-two against," Literate President Morehead finally announced. "The motion is herewith declared carried. Literate Lancedale, I appoint you to organize a committee to implement the said motion, at once." * * * * * Prestonby flung open the door of the rest room where Sergeant Coccozello and his subordinate were guarding the unconscious Pelton. "Sergeant! Who's in charge of store police, now?" Coccozello looked blank for an instant. "I guess I am," he said. "Lieutenant Dunbar's off on his vacation, in Mexico, and Captain Freizer's in the hospital; he was taken sick suddenly last evening." Probably poisoned, Prestonby thought, making a mental note to find out which hospital and get in touch with one of the Literate medics there. "Well, come out here, sergeant, and have a look around the store on the TV. We have troubles." Coccozello could hear the noise that was still coming out of the darkened screen. As he stepped forward, Claire got another pickup, some distance from the one that had been knocked out. A mob of women customers were surging away from the Chinaware Department, into Glassware; they were running into the shopping crowd there, with considerable disturbance. A couple of store police were trying to get through the packed mass of humanity, and making slow going of it. Coccozello swore and started calling on his reserves on one of the handphones. "Wait a moment, sergeant," Prestonby stopped him. "Don't commit any of your reserves down there. We're going to need them to hold the executive country, up here. This is only the start of a general riot." "Who are you and what do you know about it?" Coccozello challenged. "Listen to him, Guido," Claire said. "He knows what he's doing." "Claire, you have some way of keeping a running count of the number of customers in and out of the store, haven't you?" Prestonby asked. "Why, yes; here." She pointed to an indicator on Chester Pelton's desk, where constantly changing numbers danced. "And don't you have a continuous check on sales, too? How do they jibe?" "They don't; look. Sales are away below any expectation from the number of customers, even allowing for shopping habits of a bargain-day crowd. But what's that got to do--" Prestonby was back at the TV, shifting from pickup to pickup.