POWER<br >A Bantam Book I May 1983<br > All rights reserved.<br > Copyright ~ 1983 by Charles Wht ted.<br >er art copyright ~ 1983 by Lou Glanzman.<br >k may not be reproduced in whole or in part， by<br >lraph or any other means， without permission.<br >， information address: Bantam Books. Inc.<br >ISBN 0-553-23106-5<br >simultaneously in the United States and Canada<br > are published by Bantam Books， Inc. Its trade.<br >~ing of the words "Bantam Books " and the por-<br >.~er， is Registered in U.S. Patent and Trademark<br >m other countries. Marca Registrada. Bantam<br > 666 Fifth Avenue， New York， New York 10103.<br >t IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA<br > H 0987654321<br >Laden with snow and gushing billows of steam， the afternoon<br >train from Boston chuffed slowly into Grand Central. Steel<br >doors clanged and passengers poured onto station platforms.<br >Hope Stewart ran down the wrought iron steps from street<br >level， her blond hair flying. She pushed through the crowd，<br >heard rriale voices singing， and thought: Maurice. She spot-<br >ted him immediately， standing taller than the rest and peering<br >over the moving sea of heads.<br > "Maurice! Maurice， here I am!"<br > He broke into a wide smile and strode through the mass，<br >arms outstretched， to sweep her off her feet with a crushing<br >hug. !!<br > "You ~smell of whiskey and cigars，" she said.<br > "Wha~else is there to do on a train full of college men but<br >drink and smoke?"<br > She laughed. "Oh， Maurice! "<br > The others came up behind， eyeing him enviously. All<br >were bundled in greatcoats against the cold. A thin collegian<br >wearing round steel spectacles shouted， "What ho， Stewart，<br >introduce us!"<br > They crowded around. "Gentlemen，" Maurice said with<br >flourish， "may I present my cousin Hope Stewart， the most<br >beautiful female in New York. Hope， these are all disreputa-<br >ble Harvard men， not to be trusted. They haven t seen a<br >woman in months. Allow me to introduce Mr. Grundy， Mr.<br >Poffenbarger， Mr. Pickering， Mr. l_ester， Mr.... Faraday? Where<br >the hell is Faraday?"<br > Hope s eyes widened. "What dashing men."<br > And I regret to say，" Maurice added dolefully， "that they re<br >all on their way home for the spring holidays and must depart<br >on the very next train. Only Mr. Faraday will remain here to<br >entertain you."<br > There was a chorus of groans.<br > 1<br ><br >