heir headquarters. One of their members cracked.
Ben Ruthenberg of the F.B.I. found he had a morals rap against him some
years ago and scared him into talking by threats of exposure. At any rate,
you're right. They had established themselves in some government buildings
going back to Spanish-American War days. We've arrested eight or ten
officials that were involved."

"But the money?"

"The money was gone," Steve said bitterly. "But Susan was right. There had
evidently been room after room of it, stacked to the ceiling. Literally
billions of dollars. They'd moved out hurriedly, but they left kicking
around enough loose hundreds, fifties, twenties, tens and fives to give us
an idea. Look, Woolford, I thought you'd been pulled off this case and
that Walt Foster was handling it."

Larry said sourly, "I'm beginning to think so, too. They're evidently not
even bothering to let me know about developments like this. See you later,
Steve."

The other's face faded off.

Larry Woolford looked across the double desk at Irene Day. "Look," he
said, "when you're offered a promotion, take it. If you don't, someone
else will and you'll be out in the cold."

Irene Day said brightly, "I've always know that, sir."

He looked at her. The typical eager beaver. Sharp as a whip. Bright as a
button. "I'll bet you have," he muttered.

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Woolford?"

The phone lit as LaVerne said, "The Boss wants to talk to you, Larry." Her
face faded and Larry's superior was scowling at him.

He snapped, "Did you get anything on this medical records thing,
Woolford?"

"Medical records?" Larry said blankly.

The Boss grunted in deprecation. "No, I suppose you haven't. I wish you
would snap into it, Woolford. I don't know what has happened to you of
late. I used to think that you were a good field man." He flicked off
abruptly.

Larry dialed LaVerne Polk. "What in the world was the Boss just talking
about, LaVerne? About medical records?"

LaVerne said, frowning, "Didn't you know? The Movement's been at it again.
They've fouled up the records of the State Medical Licensing bureaus, at
the same time sabotaging the remaining records of most, if not all, of the
country's medical schools. They struck simultaneously, throughout the
country."

He looked at her, expressionlessly.

LaVerne said, "We've caught several hundred of those responsible. It's the
same thing. Attack of the social-label. From now on, if a man tells you
h