e shook hands with Larry. "It's been a long time," he said in perfect
English. "That conference in Warsaw, wasn't it? Have a chair, Mr.
Woolford."

Larry took the offered chair and said, "How in the world did you expect to
get by with this nonsense? We'll have you declared _persona non grata_ in
a matter of hours."

"It's not important," Eivazov shrugged. "I have found what I came to find.
I was about to return to report any way."

"We won't do anything to hinder you, colonel," Larry said dryly.

Eivazov snapped his fingers. "It's all amusing," he said. "In our country
we would quickly deal with this Movement nonsense. You Americans with your
pseudo-democracy, your labels without reality, your--"

Larry said wearily, "Please, Frol, I promise not to convert you if you
promise not to convert me. Needless to say, my department isn't happy
about your presence in this country. You'll be watched from now on. We've
been busy with other matters...."

Here the Russian laughed.

"... Or we'd already have flushed you." He allowed his voice to go
curious. "We've wondered about your interest in this phase of our internal
affairs."

The Russian agent let his facade slip over farther, his heavy lips
sneering. "We are interested in all phases of your antiquated
socio-economic system, Mr. Woolford. In the present peaceful economic
competition between East and West, we would simply _loathe_ to see
anything happen to your present culture." He hesitated deliberately. "If
you can call it a culture."

Larry said, unprovoked, "If I understand you correctly, you are not in
favor of the changes the Movement advocates."

The Russian shrugged hugely. "I doubt if they are possible of achievement.
The organization is a sloppy one. Revolutionary? Nonsense," he scoffed.
"They have no plans to change the government. No plans for overthrowing
the regime. Ultimately, what this country needs is true Communism. This
so-called Movement doesn't have that as its eventual goal. It is
laughable."

Larry said, interestedly, "Then perhaps you'll tell me what little you've
found out about the group."

"Why not?" The Russian pursed his lips. "They are composed of impractical
idealists. Scientists, intellectuals, a few admitted scholars and even a
few potential leaders. Their sabotage of your Department of Records was an
amusing farce, but, frankly, I have been unable to discover the purpose of
their interest in rockets. For a time I contemplated the