"

Larry said soothingly, "Sit down, Zusanette. There's a lot of things about
this that I'm sure your father can explain." He said to Steve, "She tells
me that the money belonged to a movement. A revolutionary movement which
doesn't use the term revolutionary because people react unfavorably to
that word. It's not Commie."

Susan said indignantly, "It's American, not anything foreign!"

Steve growled, "Let's get back to the money. What's this movement doing
with a lot of counterfeit bills and where did you find them?"

She evidently figured she'd gone too far now to take a stand. "It's not
Daddy's fault," she said. "He took me to headquarters twice."

"Where's headquarters?" Larry said trying to keep his voice soothing.

"Well ... I don't know. Daddy was awfully silly about it. He tied his
handkerchief around my eyes near the end. But the others complained about
me anyway, and Daddy got awfully mad and said something about the young
people of the country participating in their emancipation and all, but the
others got mad too, and said there wasn't any kind of help I could do
around headquarters anyway, and I'd be better off in school. Everybody got
awfully mad, but after the second time Daddy promised not to take me to
headquarters any more."

"But where did you find the money, Zusannette?" Larry said.

"At headquarters. There's tons and tons of it there."

Larry cleared his throat and said, "When you say tons and tons, you mean a
great deal of it, eh?"

She was proudly definite. "I mean tons and tons. A ton is two thousand
pounds."

"Look, Zusanette," Larry said reasonably. "I don't know how much money
weighs, exactly, but let's say a pound would be, say, a thousand bills."
He took up a pencil and scribbled on a pad before him. "A pound of fifties
would be $50,000. Then if you multiply that by 2,000 pounds to make a ton,
you'd have $100,000,000. And you say there's tons and tons?"

"And that's just the fifties," Susan said triumphantly. "So you can see
the two little packages I picked up aren't really important at all. It's
just like I found them."

"I don't think there's quite a thousand bills in a pound," Steve said
weakly.

Larry said, "How much other money is there?"

"Oh, piles. Whole rooms. Rooms after rooms. And hundred dollar bills, and
twenties, and fives, and tens--"

Larry said, "Look, Zusanette, I don't think you're in any position to be
telling us whoppers. This whole story doesn't make