Philander looked up in surprise. "You mean you ... a young fellow like you ... can tell the ..."
"Not exactly," Hanlon interrupted with a grin. "But this was my assignment, and my recommendations will govern. The main thing is, will you consent to the plan I've suggested?"
Philander sat for long, thoughtful minutes, then looked up piteously. "If you only can do it!"
When the cruiser reached Simonides and Hanlon had seen the other mine workers safely in the Corps prison at Base, and Philander installed in a room next to his at the hotel, he called Admiral Hawarden.
"Congratulations on the mop-up, which I understand was one hundred point oh oh oh percent," the officer said.
"Yes, the other end's under control. How about Bohr's notes?"
"They finished last night. We've got a complete list of all the underlings who knew any of the main parts of the conspiracy, and the SS agents have jugged them all."
"Good work."
"You did a grand job, sir. Again, my congratulations."