Colorado's loud, semi-bald, profane Governor Teller Ammons shoved himself back from his desk, whisked his office chair aside, stepped to the nearest wall ventilator grill, stared into the dimness of the shaft and emitted an angry oath.
There, suspended three feet above the floor, was a crystal microphone.
Ever since that March day when someone mysteriously advised Governor Ammons that for more than three months microphones had been picking up every sound in the Executive office and in the de luxe Denver apartment of Democratic Lobbyist Frederick E. Dickerson (utilities and liquor interests)...
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