pinned to his wallet, keeping it
inconspicuous. "Secret Service, Miss," he murmured.

"Oh, devil," she said. She looked up at Larry Woolford, and then back at
Steve.

Steve said, "Among other things, we're in charge of counterfeit money."

She was about five foot four in her heels, had obviously been on a round
of beauty shops and had obviously instructed them to glamorize her. It
hadn't come off. She still looked as though she'd be more at home as
cheerleader of the junior class in small town high school. She was honey
blond, green-blue of eye, and had that complexion they seldom carry even
into the twenties.

"I ... I don't know what you're talking about." Her chin began to tremble.

Larry said gently, "Don't worry. We just want to ask you some questions."

"Well ... like what?" She was going to be blinking back tears in a moment.
At least Larry hoped she'd blink them back. He'd hate to have her start
howling here in public.

Larry said, "We think you can be of assistance to the government, and we'd
like your help."

Steve rolled his eyes upward, but turned and waved for a street level cab.

In the cab, Larry said, "Suppose we go over to my office, Steve?"

"O.K. with me," Steve muttered, "but by the looks of the young lady here,
I think it's a false alarm from your angle. She's obviously an American.
What's your name, Miss?"

"It's Zusanette. Well, really, Susan."

"Susan what?"

"I ... I'm not sure I want to tell you. I ... I want a lawyer."

"A lawyer!" Steve snorted. "You mean you want the juvenile authorities,
don't you?"

"Oh, what a mean thing to say," she sputtered.

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In the corridor outside the Boss' suite of offices, Larry said to Steve,
"You take Miss ... ah, Zusanette to my office, will you Steve. I'll be
there in a minute."

He opened the door to the anteroom and said, "LaVerne, we've got a girl in
my office--"

"Why, Larry!"

He glowered at her. "A suspect. I want a complete tape of everything said.
As soon as we're through, have copies made, at least three or four."

"And, who, Mr. Woolford, was your girl Friday last year?"

"This is important, honey. I suppose you've supplied me with a secretary
but I haven't even met her yet. Take care of it, will you?"

"Sure enough, Larry."

He followed Steve and the girl to his office.

Once seated, the girl and Steve in the only two extra chairs the cubicle
boasted and Larry be