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all this money they have at headquarters. Okay. So you thought it wouldn't
be missed and you thought it was real money, and you've always wanted to
spend money the way you see the stars do on Tri-Di and in the movies.'

She looked at him, taken aback. "How did you know?"

Larry said dryly, "I've always wanted to myself. But I would like to know
one more thing. The Movement. What was it going to do with all this
money?"

That evidently puzzled her. "The Professor says they were going to
spend it on chorus girls. I guess… I guess he was joking or something. But
Daddy and I'd just been up to New York and we saw those famous
precision dancers at the New Roxy Theatre and all and then when we got
back the Professor and Daddy were talking and I heard him say it."

Steve said carefully, "Professor who?"

Susan said, "Just the Professor. That's all we ever call him." Her chin
went to trembling again.




VI


Steve Hackett looked at Larry. "What in the hell will we do with her?"

Larry thought about it. He turned to the girl. "How old are you…
Zusanette."

"I'm… I'm nearly eighteen."

"You don't look it." His eyes went back to Steve Hackett. "She's too old
for the juvenile authorities and too young to throw into the smasher with
a bunch of addicts, prostitutes and lesbians. Besides, we'll want to go over
her story some more. If we arrest her, how do we know what this so-called
Movement might come up with? We don't want the Civil Liberties Union,
or whoever, bailing her out."
 "Yeah," Steve said, unhappily. "This professor and his boys probably
control quite a bit of cash, not counting the counterfeit. They'd possibly
have her out before the cell door clanked shut. But, on the other hand, we
can't hold her without some kind of a charge."

Larry snorted. "Maybe your department can't. You'd be surprised what
ours pulls off from time to time."

Susan Self was darting her eyes back and forth between them. She
blurted, "What do you mean? What are you talking about? Aren't you