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assume you're monitoring everybody in and out, even in ones and twos, from any
stations and substations along the line. They will want to exit, and even if we
miss the big boy there shouldn't be much trouble in spotting our Ginzu-like
friends."
Markham chuckled. "Sam, we do what we can, but do you know how many stations and
substations there are on the Asian continent? Almost everybody there looks right
for the area, and if they have fake clearances and a lot of patience there's no
way we can stop them short of shutting down. We have extra monitors and we're
scrutinizing everybody who wants out very hard, but there's only so much we can
do. Even if we caught a couple, and we might, they're likely to wind up like
that pair down the hall. Give it up, Sam. We got the boy back safe and sound.
That's about the best we can hope for, all things considered."
Sam suddenly sat up. "Bond!" he exclaimed, feeling stupid.
"Huh?"
"Where was Bond? The whole thing was supposedly to get him and keep him from
revealing a key illegal switch point, right? But Dash has no memories of a tall
Englishman at all, let alone one with bandages and the like, and we heard
nothing about him from this fellow, either."
Markham looked suddenly struck. "You're right," he replied. "Sam-that means they
either didn't take him with them or that there was another group that split
right at the start from the main body."
"That frostbite always bothered me," Sam told, him. "It's possible to get that
bad fairly quickly, but not all that likely. The one thing that frostbite did
was keep him immobile and inside the house. Macklinberg examined him, of course,
but like most doctors he takes one look, it looks like the classic case-of which
he's seen hundreds or thousands-and we get instant diagnosis."
"You think he was in on it, then? A fraud? It wouldn't be that hard to fake and
fool even a doctor under those circumstances for just the reasons you say. So
they'd have an inside man, right? Maybe one who could report and help entry and
make sure there wasn't a trap inside. That's bad, Sam. It means we have one of
our own who went over to the other side."
"It's more interesting than that, Bill," the detective replied. "It means that
all this was the object of the exercise from the beginning. If Bond isn't for
real, and if he was an inside man, then the whole object was to get to us. The
pieces are starting to fall into place, Bill, but I still need more
information."
"You're beginning to make me feel like Watson again."
Sam smiled. "It's just the same old game. Taking all the disparate pieces of the
puzzle all spilled out in random order on the table and putting them together
into a coherent whole. The problem isn't solving the puzzle, the problem is when
you don't have all the pieces yet."
Brandy was improving rapidly, now with full upper body control and able to at
least sit up. It was likely that while she might feel the effects off and on for
weeks yet, she would be up and around and capable of taking care of herself and
Dash as well within a week.
Dash practically threw himself on her, and the reunion scene was so touching and
tearful that even Sam was affected. The boy got some of his books and crayons
and they were there in her bed playing and reading and having a grand old time.
Sam was feeling tired, but he wanted to do a little thinking, alone, in the
study. Eight o'clock tomorrow night, the note had said. There would be no way at