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Show -172- "When I got there this morning, the place was swarming with them," the Senator remarked. The waitress returned with their drinks. The Professor and his friend each reached for his wallet. "No, this is on me," the Professor insisted. He placed a five dollar bill on the girl's tray, and she made change. No one spoke until she had left. "Who called the police?" one of the men asked. The Senator shrugged. "With no one really in charge, it could have been anyone. The mayor. The chief." "Could it have been the dean?" He referred to one of the vice presidents, who was nominally in charge until an acting president had been appointed by the board. "Certainly!" the Senator replied. There was a moment of dejected silence. On the ride from the campus to the bar, the Professor's friend had told him the students had the man they called "the dean" beseiged in his office. They had made no attempt to break in, but they were outside in the hall, shouting obscenities through the locked door. Others were on the outside of the building, shouting through the window. "It was an ugly scene," he had said. He said it again now to break the silence. "It's an ugly scene!" he said. At that moment, another of t h e i r colleagues entered the |