Mariel's voice was so weak it could hardly be heard. "The girl," he said.
Shandor felt the chill deepen. "And where are the files now?"
"Dartmouth has them. Probably in Chicago—I expressed them. The girl didn't dare send them direct, for fear you would check, or that she was being watched. I was supposed to pick them up from you, and see to it that you didn't remember—"
Shandor clenched his fist. "Where are Dartmouth's plants located?"
"The main plants are in Chicago and Newark. They've got a smaller one in Nevada."
"And what do they make?"
"In peacetime—cars. In wartime they make tanks and shells."
"And their records? Inventories? Shipping orders, and files? Where do they keep them?"
"I—I don't know. You aren't thinking of—"
"Never mind what I'm thinking of, just answer up. Where are they?"