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'If I must give you a demonstration,' he said wearily. He walked down three steps, paused, looked back up. 'He flashed a card at you, didn't he?' 'Sort of.' The policeman was enjoying himself. 'Who?' 'Don't you recognize your own deputy director when you see him?' 'Jesus!' The FBI man's miraculous return to the top step could have been attributed to nothing other than sheer levitation. 'Are you not,' the policeman asked 'innocently, 'going to move him on?' The plain-clothes man scowled then smiled. 'From now on, I think I'll leave those menial tasks to the uniformed branch.' A bell-boy of great age appeared on the top step, hesitated, then went down to the street as Jensen gave him an encouraging wave. As he approached his wizened face was further creased in worry. He said: 'Aren't you taking a helluva chance, sir? FBI man up there." 'No chance.' Jensen was unperturbed. Tie's California FBI. I'm Washington. Chalk and cheese. I doubt if he'd know the Director-General if ne came and sat on 'his lap. What's the word, Willie?' "They're all having breakfast in their rooms. No sleepers-in, all on schedule.' 'Let me know every tea minutes.' 'Yes, sir. Gee, Mr Jensen, aren't you taking one godawful chance? The place is swarming with fuzz and not only just inside. Those windows across there - there's a rifle behind a dozen of them and a man behind each rifle.' 'I know, Willie. I'm the man in the eye of the storm. Dead safe.' 'If you're caught -' 'I won't be. Even if I were, you're clear.' 'Clear! Everybody sees me talking to you - ' 'Why? Because I'm FBI. I told you that. You've no reason to doubt it. There are six men on the top of the steps who believe the same thing. Anyway, Willie, you can always plead the Fifth Amendment.' Willie departed. In full view of the six watchers Jensen pulled out his walkie-talkie. 'PI?' 'Yes?' Branson was as calm as ever. 'On schedule.' 'Fine. PI's moving now. Every ten minutes. Right?' 'Of course. How's my twin?' Branson looked towards the rear of the coach. The bound and gagged man between the aisles bore an uncanny resemblance to Jensen. 'He'll live.' |
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