Clark stopped his pacing when the phone rang, and he hurriedly snatched it up.
"Hello?"
Mr. Kent, per your instructions one of my people picked up your reporter "Ralph Morton".
He paused and listened to the voice at the end of the line.
He's currently on the Midland commuter to New Sparta, per your instructions she isn't cute or blonde but Ralph is making increasing aggressive advances towards her.
"Oh, good, he's safe!"
Mr. Kent do you understand I'm not sure how safe my agent is with him.
"...Yes, I heard you. Don't worry, he's harmless. Just don't do anything to spook him."
Mr. Kent this Ralph seems to have a one track mind and his suggestions are ...
"I know, I know."
I've got Helen and Carol, standing by in case Tracy reaches her limit.
"Thanks, I appreciate that."
This man gives gutter a whole new meaning.
"Yeah, no kidding."
If he said a tenth of this to Miss Lane...
"You've no idea."
I'm not sure how long they can keep him out of circulation. Besides at the rate he is going Miss Lane won't need to kill him, Tracy or Helen may do it for her.
"Don't worry about it; I'll be right over. Thanks very much!"
