Part 7 (1/2)
”Hmwell, you know best How about your faed ”They can't be worse off than they would be if I'ements made for them to rejoin ive o through and my number-two man will step into my shoes The naan nodded ”Should have known you had it worked out Well, e don't know - ” He was interrupted by Cleve, reporting
”He got away, Boss”
”Why didn't you go after hirenade Tunnel's choked with rock Found a place where I could see but couldn't crawl through He's not
in the tunnel”
”How about Dad?”
”He's all right Got clipped on the head with a splinter but not really hurt”
Morgan stopped two of the wo past, intent on preparations for withdrawal ”Here - Jean, and you, Mrs Bowen Go take care of Dad Carter and tell Art to get back here fast Shake a leg!”
When Art reported Morgan said, ”You and Cleve go out and find Benz assu hie Get going” He turned to McCracken
”Now for a e” He fumbled in his pocket for paper, found the poster notice that McCracken had given him, tore off a piece, and started to write He showed it to McCracken ”How's that?” he asked
The e warned Hobart of Benz and asked him to try to head him off It did not tell hinate the ”post office” through which next contact would be expected - the men's rest room of the bus station
”Better cut out the post office,” McCracken advised ”Hobart knows it and we may contact hiet ht Just tell him that we are sorry to hear that Aunt Dinah is dead”
”Is that enough?”
”Yes”
”Okay” Morgan ie! Put this in code and tell Jerry to get it out fast Tell him it's the strike-out edition He can knock down his sets as soon as it's out”
”Okay, boss” Margie had no knowledge of cryptography Instead she had coh school double-talk which would be less to any but another American bobbysoxer At the other end a fifteen-year-old interpreted her butchered English bytelepathy - but it worked
The fifteen-year-old could be trusted Her entire faeles on Final Sunday
Art and Cleve had no trouble picking up Benz's trail His tracks were on the tailings spilling down from main entrance to the mine The earth and rock had been undisturbed since the last heavy rain; Benz's flight left clear traces
But trail was cold by more than twenty minutes; they had left the mine by the secret entrance a quarter of a mile from where Benz had made his exit
Art picked it up where Benz had left the tailings and followed it through brush with the woodsle Scout he had been Frons he left behind Benz was evidently in a hurry and heading by the shortest route for the highway The two followed hi caution for speed
They checked just before entering the highway ”See anything?” asked Cleve
”No”