to the girl. "Now, the question is, what organization did this
money belong to?"

She looked triumphantly at Steve Hackett. "It belonged to the Movement."

They both looked at her.

Steve said finally, "What movement?"

She pouted in thought. "That's the only name they call it."

"Who's they?" Steve snapped nastily.

"I ... I don't know."

Larry said, "Well, you already told us your father was a member,
Zusanette."

Her eyes went wide. "I did? I shouldn't have said that." But she evidently
took him at his word.

Larry said encouragingly, "Well, we might as well go on. Who else is a
member of this Movement besides your father?"

She shifted in her chair uncomfortably. "I don't know any of their names."

Steve looked down at the school pass in his hands. He said to Larry, "I'd
better make a phone call."

He left.

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Larry said, "Don't worry about him, Zusanette. Now then, this _movement_.
That's kind of a funny name, isn't it? What does it mean?"

She was evidently glad that the less than handsome Steve Hackett had left
the room. Her words flowed more freely. "Well, Daddy says that they call
it the Movement rather than a revolution...."

An ice cube manifested itself in the stomach of Lawrence Woolford.

"... Because people get conditioned, like, to words. Like revolution.
Everybody is against the word because they all think of killing and
everything, and, Daddy says, there doesn't have to be any shooting or
killing or anything like that at all. It just means a fundamental change
in society. And, Daddy says, take the word propaganda. Everybody's got to
thinking that it automatically means lies, but it doesn't at all. It just
means, like, the arguments you use to convince people that what you stand
for is right and it might be lies or it might not. And, Daddy says, take
the word socialism. So many people have the wrong idea of what it means
that the socialists ought to scrap the word and start using something else
to mean what they stand for."

Larry said gently, "Your father is a socialist?"

"Oh, no."

He nodded in understanding. "Oh, a Communist, eh?"

Susan Self was indignant. "Daddy thinks the Communists are strictly awful,
really weird."

Steve Hackett came back into the office. He said to Larry, "I sent a
couple of the boys out to pick him up."

Susan was on her feet, a hand to mouth. "You mean my father! You're going
to arrest him!