resources of the
Secret Service. Possibly there was some way of detecting the source of the
paper they'd used.

He finished his final cup of coffee in the living room and took up the
pipe he was currently breaking in. He loaded it automatically from a
humidor and lit it with his pocket lighter. Three drags, and he tossed it
back to the table, fumbled in a drawer and located a pack of cigarettes.
Possibly his status group was currently smoking British briars in public,
but, let's face it, he hated the confounded things.

He sat down before the phone and dialed the offices of the _Sun-Post_ and
eventually got Sam Sokolski who this time beat him to the punch.

Sam said, "You shouldn't drink alone. Listen, Larry, why don't you get in
touch with Alcoholics Anonymous. It's a great outfit."

"You ought to know," Larry growled. "Look, Sam, as science columnist for
that rag you work for you probably come in touch with a lot of eggheads."

"Laddy-buck, you have said it," Sam said.

"Fine. Now look, what I want to know is have you ever heard--even the
slightest of rumors--about an organization called the Movement?"

"What'd'ya mean, slightest of rumors? Half the weirds I run into are
interested in the outfit. Get two or three intellectuals, scientists,
technicians, or what have you, together and they start knocking themselves
out on the pros and cons of the Movement."

Larry Woolford stared at him. "Are you kidding, Sam?"

The other was mystified. "Why should I kid you? As a matter of fact, I was
thinking of doing a column one of these days on Voss and this Movement of
his."

"_Voss_ and this movement of his!"

"Sure," Sam said, "he's the top leader."

"Oh, great," Larry growled. "Look, Sam, eventually there is probably a
story in this for you. Right now, though, we're trying to keep the lid on
it. Could you brief me a little on this Movement? What are they trying to
put over?"

"I seem to spend half my time briefing you in information any semi-moron
ought to be up on," Sam said nastily. "However, _briefly_, they're in
revolt against social-label judgments. They think it's fouling up the
country and that eventually it'll result in the Russkies passing us in all
the fields that really count."

"I keep running into this term," Larry complained. "What do you mean,
social-label judgments, and how can they possibly louse up the country?"

Sam said, "I was present a month or so ago when Voss gave an informal
lecture to