"Sure. Where else? Now relax. But for heaven's sake, don't ever leak this. We feel sure the Russians haven't discovered this business of closed-mind telepaths yet. Some day, I suppose, they will. It may take a long time. The self-realized closed-mind telepath like you, Gyp, is a rarity. Mostly we have to train people rigorously for it. It took your mother over two years to learn it."
"My mother!"
"Sure. Why did you think she was in Washington? She's part of the Sevastopol, Teheran and Cairo communications network."
"George," I insisted. "Something is shaky. If she's on the inside, how did she ever get picked up?"
He laughed. "Just part of her cover. Fred Plaice got too close. We know what he is, Gyp. But we didn't dare to have him guess what your mother was. She's on her way to a nice California vacation. New assignment after that. Maybe middle Europe. After all, she is a gypsy. Ought to go well, say, in Bulgaria!"
THE END
Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from Analog July 1961. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.