“I’m Steve Flynn,” he told them, and shook hands heartily with Billings, then Hoskins, and, because a good publicity man never overlooks a bet, with Joe. “We’re letting one of the wire services scoop the world by having their master-mind sleuths discover you boys and Bossy are responsible for this immortality deal. My assistant is bringing them in a few minutes for some exclusive pictures. Don’t try to do any explaining of anything. I’ll hand out what we want them to know.” “I don’t think publicity is advisable—” Billings demurred. Steve Flynn looked at him incredulously. “Oh, brother,” he groaned. Then, as if reasoning with a small child, “The boss promises you he’s going to quash the indictments against you—right? He tells the Legal Department to get it done—right? But even the old man can’t tell the United States government what to do—right? The boss knows we got to take certain steps. The Legal Department will get the indictments quashed as per orders, but they got to have something to work with.
