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Larry stood up, approached his chief's desk and leaned over it urgently. โSir, that's fine, but we've got to move and move fast. Something's up and we don't even know what! Take that counterfeit money. From Susan Self's description, there's actually billions of dollars worth of it.โ
โOh, come now, Lawrence. The child exaggerated. Besides, that's a problem for Steven Hackett and the Secret Service, we have enough on our hands as it is. Forget about the counterfeit, Lawrence. I think I shall put you in complete control of field work on this, to co-operate in liaison with Ben Ruthenberg and the F.B.I. So far as we're concerned, the counterfeit angle belongs to Secret Service, we're working on subversion, and until the Civil Liberties Union or whoever else proves otherwise, we'll consider this Movement an organization attempting to subvert the country by illegal means.โ
Larry Woolford made a hard decision quickly. He was shaking his head. โSir, I'd rather you gave the administrative end to someone else and let me continue in the field. I've got some leadsโI think. If I get bogged down in interdepartmental red tape, and in paper work here at headquarters, I'll never get to the heart of this and I'm laying bets that we either crack this within days or there are going to be some awfully big changes in this country.โ
The Boss glared at him. โYou mean you're refusing this assignment, Woolford. Confound it, don't you realize it's a promotion?โ
Larry was worriedly dogged. โSir, I'd rather stay in the field.โ
[pg 048]โVery well,โ the other snapped disgustedly, โI hope you deliver some results, Woolford, otherwise I am afraid I won't feel particularly happy about your somewhat cavalier rejection of this opportunity.โ He flicked on the phone and snapped to LaVerne Polk, โMiss Polk, locate Walter Foster for me. He is to take over our end of this Movement matter.โ
LaVerne said, โYes, sir,โ and her face was gone.
The Boss looked up, still scowling. โWhat are you waiting for, Woolford?โ
โYes, sir,โ Larry said. It was just coming home to him now, what he'd done. There possibly went his yearned for promotion in the department. There went his chance of an upgrading in status. And Walt Foster, of all people, in his place.
At LaVerne's desk, Larry stopped off long enough to say, โDid you ever assign that secretary to me?โ
LaVerne shook her head at him. โShe's come and gone, Larry. She sat around for a couple of days, after seeing you not even once, and then I gave her another assignment.โ
โWell, bring her back again, will you? I want her to do up briefs for me on all the information we accumulate on the Movement. It'll be coming in from all sides now. From the Press, from those members we've arrested, from our F.B.I. pals, now that they're interested, and so forth.โ
โI'll give you Irene Day,โ LaVerne said. โWhere are you off to now, Larry?โ
โProbably a wild goose chase,โ Larry growled. โWhich reminds me. Do me a favor, LaVerne. Call Personal Service and find out where Frank Nostrand is. He's some kind of rocket technician at Madison Air Laboratories. I'll be in my office.โ
โFrank Nostrand,โ LaVerne said briskly. โWill do, Larry.โ
Back in his own cubicle, Larry stood for a moment in thought. He was increasingly aware of the uncomfortable feeling that time was running out on them. That things were coming to a dangerous head.
He stared down at the dozen or more books and pamphlets that his never seen secretary had heaped up for him. Well, he certainly didn't have time for them now.
He sat down at the desk and dialed an inter-office number.
The harassed looking face of Walter Foster faded in. On seeing Larry Woolford he growled accusingly, โMy pal. You've let them dump this whole thing into my lap.โ
Larry grinned at him. โBetter you than me, old buddy. Besides, it's a promotion. Pull this off and you'll be the Boss' right-hand man.โ
โThat's a laugh,โ Foster said. โIt's a madhouse. This Movement gang is as weird as they come.โ
โI bleed for you,โ Larry said. โHowever, here's a tip. Frol Eivazov, of the Chrezvychainaya Komissiya is somewhere in the country.โ
โFrol Eivazov!โ Foster blurted. โWhat've the Commies got to do with this? Is this something the Boss knows about?โ
[pg 049]โHaven't had time to go into it with him,โ Larry said. โHowever, it seems that friend Frol is here to find out what the Movement is all about. Evidently the big boys in Peking and Moscow are nervous about any changes that might take place over here. I suggest you have him picked up, Walt.โ
Walt Foster said, โO.K. I'll put some people on it. Maybe the F.B.I. can help.โ
Larry flicked off as he saw the red priority light on his phone shining. He pushed it and LaVerne's face faded in.
She said, โThis Franklin Nostrand you wanted to know about. He's evidently working at the laboratories over in Newport News, Larry. He'll be on the job until five this afternoon.โ
โFine,โ he said. Larry grinned at her. โWhen are we going to have that date, LaVerne?โ
She made a face. โSome day when the program involves having fun instead of parading around in the right places, driving the right model car, dressed in exactly the right clothes, and above all associating with the right people.โ
It was his turn to grimace. โI'm beginning to think you ought to sign up with Voss and this Movement of his. You'd be right at home with his weirds.โ
She stuck out her tongue at him, and flicked off.
He looked at the empty screen and chuckled. He had half a mind to get a record of their conversation, strip out [pg 050] just the section where she'd stuck out her tongue, and then play it back to her. She'd be taken aback by being confronted by her own image making faces at her.
As he made his way to the parking lot for his car, something in their conversation nagged at him, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He considered the girl, all over again. She had almost all the qualities he looked for. She was attractive, without being overly so. He disliked women out of the ordinarily beautiful, it became too much to live up to. She was sharp, but not objectionably so. Not to the point of giving you an inferiority complex.
But, Holy Smokes, she'd never do as a career man's wife. He could just see the Boss' ultraconservative better half inviting them to dinner. It would happen exactly once, never again.
He obtained his car, lifted it to one of the higher levels and headed for Newport News. It was a half-hour trip and he wasn't particularly expectant of results. The tip Sam Sokolski had given him, wasn't much to go by. Evidently, Frank Nostrand was a friend of the Professor's but that didn't necessarily mean he was connected with the movement, or that he knew Voss' whereabouts.
He might have saved himself the trip.
The bird had flown again. Not only was Frank Nostrand not at the Madison Air Laboratories, but he wasn't at home either. Larry Woolford, mindful of his departmental chief's words on the prestige these people carried, took a full hour in acquiring a search warrant before breaking into the Nostrand home.
Nostrand was supposedly a bachelor, but the auto-bungalow, similar to Larry Woolford's own, showed signs of double occupancy, and there was little indication that the guest had been a woman.
Disgruntled, Larry Woolford dialed the offices, asked for Walt Foster. It took nearly ten minutes before his colleague faded in.
โI'm up to my eyebrows, Larry. What'd you want?โ
Larry gave him Frank Nostrand's address. โThis guy's disappeared, Walt.โ
โSo?โ
โHe was a close friend of Professor Voss. I got a warrant to search his house. It shows signs that he had a guest. Possibly it was the Professor. Do you want to get some of the boys down here to go through the place? Possibly there's some clue to where they took off for. The Professor's on the run and he's no professional at this. If we can pick him up, I've got a sneaking suspicion we'll have the so-called Movement licked.โ
Walt Foster slapped a hand to his face in anguish. โYou knew where the Professor was hiding, and you tried to pick him up on your own and let him get away. Why didn't you discuss this with either the Boss or me? I'm in charge of this operation! I would have had a dozen men down there. You've fouled this up!โ
Larry stared at him. Already Walt [pg 051] Foster was making sounds like an enraged superior.
He said mildly, โSorry, Walt. I came down here on a very meager tip. I didn't really expect it to pan out.โ
โWell, in the future, clear with either me or the Boss before running off half cocked into something, Woolford. Yesterday, you had this whole assignment on your own. Today, it's no longer a minor matter. Our department has fifty people on it. The F.B.I. must have five times as many and that's not even counting the Secret Service's interest. It's no longer your individual baby.โ
โSorry,โ Larry repeated mildly. Then, โI don't imagine you've got hold of Frol Eivazov yet?โ
The other was disgusted. โYou think we're magicians? We just put out the call for him a few hours ago. He's no amateur. If he doesn't want to be picked up, he'll go to ground and we'll have our work cut out for us finding him. I can't see that it's particularly important anyway.โ
โMaybe you're right,โ Larry said. โBut you never know. He might know things we don't. See you later.โ
Walt Foster stared at him for a moment as though about to say something, but then tightened his lips and faded off.
Larry looked at the phone screen for a moment. โDid that phony expect me to call him sir,โ he muttered.
The next two days dissolved into routine.
Frustrated, Larry Woolford spent most of his time in his office digesting developments, trying to find a new line of attack.
For want of something else, he put his new secretary, a brightly efficient girl, as style and status conscious as LaVerne Polk wasn't, to work typing up the tapes he'd had cut on Susan Self and the various phone calls he'd had with Hans Distelmayer and Sam Sokolski. From memory, he dictated to her his conversation with Professor Peter Voss.
He carefully read the typed sheets over and over again. He continually had the feeling in this case that there were loose ends dangling around. Several important points he should be able to put his finger upon.
On the morning of the third day he dialed Steve Hackett and on seeing the other's worried, pug-ugly face fade in on the phone, decided that if nothing else the Movement was undermining the United States government by dispensing ulcers to its employees.
Steve growled,
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