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At LaVerne's desk, Larry stopped off long enough to say, "Did you ever
assign that secretary to me?"

LaVerne shook her head at him. "She'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."

"Well, 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."

"I'll give you Irene Day," LaVerne said. "Where are you off to now,
Larry?"

"Probably a wild goose chase," Larry growled. "Which 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."

"Frank Nostrand," LaVerne said briskly. "Will do, Larry."

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, "My pal. You've let them dump this whole
thing into my lap."

Larry grinned at him. "Better you than me, old buddy. Besides, it's a
promotion. Pull this off and you'll be the Boss' right-hand man."

"That's a laugh," Foster said. "It's a madhouse. This Movement gang is as
weird as they come."

"I bleed for you," Larry said. "However, here's a tip. Frol Eivazov, of
the _Chrezvychainaya Komissiya_ is somewhere in the country."

"Frol Eivazov!" Foster blurted. "What've the Commies got to do with this?
Is this something the Boss knows about?"

"Haven't had time to go into it with him," Larry said. "However, 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."

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Walt Foster said, "O.K. I'll put some people on it. Maybe the F.B.I. can
help."

Larry flicked