Nat felt embarrassed and muttered to Su Ling, "He'd better be right."
"Twenty-seven, twenty-eight..." Fletcher said nothing as Jimmy joined in the counting.
"Thirty-nine, forty, forty-one. ..." And suddenly there was a hush; the observer had been correct, because the forty-second ballot had a cross against Cartwright's name. The mayor, the chief clerk, Tom and Jimmy all checked the offending ballot and agreed that a mistake had been made, and therefore the overall result was a tie.
Tom was surprised by Nat's immediate response.
"I wonder how Dr. Renwick voted."
"I think you'll find he abstained," whispered Tom.The mayor was looking exhausted, and agreed with his chief of staff that they should call for a recess, to allow the counters and any other officials to take an hour's break, before the next recount at two o'clock. The mayor invited Fletcher and Nat to join him for lunch, but both candidates politely declined, having no intention of leaving the hall or even straying more than a few feet from the center table, where the votes were stacked up.
"But what happens if it remains a tie?"
Nat heard the mayor ask the chief clerk as they made their way toward the exit. As he didn't hear the reply, he asked Tom the same question. His chief of staff already had his head buried in the Connecticut State Elections Manual.
Su Ling did slip out of the hall and walked slowly down the corridor, remaining just a few paces behind the mayor's party. When she spotted library printed in gold letters on an oak door, she came to a halt. She was pleased to find the door unlocked and stepped quickly inside. Su Ling took a seat behind one of the large bookcases, leaned back and tried to relax for the first time that day.
"You too," said a voice.
Su Ling looked up to see Annie sitting in the opposite corner. She smiled. "The choice was another hour in that hall or. ."
"dis. or lunch with the mayor, and further epistles of the apostle Paul on the virtues of Madison." They both laughed.
"I only wish it had all been decided last night," said Su Ling. "Now one of them is bound to spend the rest of his life wondering if he should have canvassed another shopping mall.."
"I don't think there was another shopping mall,"
said Annie.
"Or school, hospital, factory or station, come to think of it."
"They both should have agreed to govern for six months each year, and then let the electorate decide who they wanted in four years' time.""I don't think that would have settled anything."
"Why not?" asked Annie.
"I have a feeling this will be the first of many contests between them that will prove nothing until the final showdown."
"Perhaps the problem for the voters is that they are so alike it's impossible to choose between them," Annie suggested, looking carefully at Su Ling.
"Perhaps it's just that there is nothing between them,"
said Su Ling, returning her gaze.
"Yes, my mother often comments on how alike they are whenever they're both on TV, and the coincidence of their shared blood group has only emphasized that feeling."
"As a mathematician I don't believe in quite so many coincidences," said Su Ling.
"It's interesting that you should say that," ventured Annie, "because whenever I raise the subject with Fletcher, he simply clams up."
"Snap," said Su Ling.
"I suspect if we combined our knowledge. ."
"We would only live to regret it."
"What do you mean?" asked Annie.
"Only that if those two have decided not to discuss the subject, even with us, they must have a very good reason."
"So you feel we should remain silent as well."
Su Ling nodded. "Especially after what my mother's been put through ..."
"And my mother-in-law would undoubtedly be put through," suggested Annie. Su Ling smiled and rose from her place. She looked directly at her sister-in-law. "Let's just hope that they don't both stand for president, otherwise the truth is bound to come out."
Annie nodded her agreement.
"I'll go back first," said Su Ling, "and then no one will ever realize this conversation took place."
"Did you manage to get some lunch?" asked Nat.
Su Ling didn't have to reply as her husband wasdistracted by the reappearance of the mayor clutching a piece of paper in his right hand. He looked far more relaxed than when last seen disappearing in the direction of his office. On reaching the center of the room, the mayor gave an immediate order that another recount should commence. The satisfied look on his face was not the result of good food and even better wine; in fact the mayor had forgone lunch to phone the justice department in Washington and seek the advice of the attorney general's office on how they should proceed in the event of a tie.
The tellers were, as ever, thorough and meticulous, and forty-one minutes later came up with exactly the same result. A tie.
The mayor reread the attorney general's fax, and to everyone's disbelief, called for a further recount, which, thirty-four minutes later, confirmed the deadlock.
Once the chief clerk had reported this to his elected 501 representative, the mayor began to make his way toward the stage, having asked both candidates to join him. Fletcher shrugged his shoulders when he caught Nat's eye. So keen were the onlookers to discover what had been decided that they quickly stood aside to allow the three men to pass, as if Moses had placed his staff on the Madison waters.
The mayor stepped up onto the platform with the two candidates in close attendance. When he came to a halt in the center of the stage, the candidates took their places on each side of him, Fletcher on his left, Nat on his right, as befitted their political persuasion. The mayor had to wait a few more moments for the microphone to be returned to its original position before he could address an audience that had not diminished in size despite the holdups.
"Ladies and gentlemen, during the lunch break, I took the opportunity to telephone the justice department in Washington, D.c., to seek their advice as to what procedure we should follow in the event of a tie." This statement elicited a silence that until that moment had not been achievedsince the doors opened at nine o'clock that morning.
"And to that end," the mayor continued, "I have a fax signed by the attorney general confirming the due process of law that must now take place." Someone coughed, and in the hush that had overcome the assembled gathering it sounded like Vesuvius erupting.
The mayor paused for a moment before returning to the attorney general's fax. "If in an election for governor, any one candidate wins the count three times in a row, that candidate shall be deemed to be the winner, however small his or her majority. But should the vote end in a tie for a third time, then the result shall be decided," he paused, and this time no one coughed, "by the toss of a coin."
The tension broke and everyone began speaking at once, as they tried to take in the significance of this revelation, and it was some time before the mayor was able to continue.
He once again waited for complete silence before producing a silver dollar from his waistcoat pocket. He placed the coin on his upturned thumb before glancing at the two contestants as if seeking their approval. They both nodded.
One of them called, "Heads," but then he always called heads.
The mayor gave a slight bow before spinning the coin high in the air. Every eye followed its ascension, and its even quicker descent, before it finally bounced up and down on the stage, ending up at the mayor's feet. All three men stared down at the thirty-fifth president, who resolutely returned their gaze.
The mayor picked up the coin and turned around to face the two candidates. He smiled at the man now standing on his right, and said, "May I be the first to congratulate you, Governor."
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(los Angeles Times) comreturns with a powerful tale of twins separated by fate and reunited by destiny.In Hartford, Connecticut, in the late 1940's, a set of twins is parted at birth-not by accident. Nat Cartwright goes home with his parents, a schoolteacher and an insurance salesman, while his twin brother begins his days as Fletcher Davenport, son of a millionaire and his society wife.
During the 1950's and 196.0's, the two brothers grow up apart, following similar paths that take them in different directions. Nat leaves college at the University of Connecticut to serve in Vietnam, then finishes school, earns his MBA, and becomes a successful currency dealer. Fletcher, meanwhile, graduates from Yale University with a bachelor's and a law degree, going on to distinguish himself as a criminal defense lawyer.
At various times in their lives, both men are confronted with challenges and obstacles, tragedy and betrayal, loss and hardship, before they both decide to run for governor, unaware they are brothers - In the tradition of Jeffrey Archer's most popular books, Sons of Fortune is as much a chronicle of a nation in transition as it is the story of the making of these two men-and how they eventually discover the truth-and its Kane and Abel, Honor Among Thieves, and To Cut a Long Story Short comh been international bestsellers, selling over 120 million copies worldwide. Archer is married with two children and lives in England.