up odds and ends."

They all looked at him.

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Larry sat down and ran a hand back through his hair. "The general idea is
to change the country's reliance on social-label judgments."

"On _what_," the Boss barked.

"On one person judging another according to social-labels. Voss and the
others--"

"Who did you say?" Ruthenberg snapped.

"Voss. Professor Peter Voss from the University over in Baltimore section.
He's the ring leader."

Ruthenberg snapped to Fraina, "Get on the phone and send out a pick-up
order for him."

Fraina was on his feet. "What charge, Ben?"

Ben Ruthenberg snorted. "Rape, or something. Get moving, we'll figure out
a charge later. The guy's a fruitcake."

Larry said wearily, "He's evidently gone into hiding. I've been trying to
locate him. He managed to slip me some knockout drops and got away
yesterday."

The Boss looked at him in disgust.

Ruthenberg said evenly, "We've had men go into hiding before. Get going,
Fraina."

Fraina left the office and the others looked back to Larry.

The Boss said, "About this social-label nonsense--"

Larry said, "They think the country is going to pot because of it. People
hold high office or places of responsibility not because of superior
intelligence, or even acquired skill, but because of the social-labels
they've accumulated, and these can be based on something as flimsy--from
the Movement's viewpoint--as who your grandparents were, what school you
attended, how much seniority you have on the job, what part of town you
live in, or what tailor cuts your clothes."

Their expressions ran from scowls and frowns to complete puzzlement.

Walt Foster grumbled, "What's all this got to do with sabotaging the
country's Records tapes?"

Larry shrugged. "I don't have the complete picture, but one thing is sure.
It's going to be harder for a while to base your opinions on a quick
hundred-word brief on a man. Yesterday, an employer, considering hiring
somebody, could dial the man's dossier, check it, and form his opinions by
the status labels the would-be employee could produce. Today, he's damn
well going to have to exercise his own judgment."

LaVerne's face lit up the screen on the Boss' desk and she said, "Those
two members of the Movement who were picked up in Alexandria are here,
sir."

"Send them in," the Boss rumbled. He looked at Larry. "The F.B.I. managed
to arrest almost everyone di