The Negro's eyes narrowed.
The other said, "And evidently she is a most intelligent and attractive young lady. We had rather high hopes for her formerly."
The Negro party member came to his feet and gathered up the sheaf of papers from the desk. "All right," he said. "Is there anything else?"
The espionage chief shook his head. "You do not need a step by step blueprint, Anton, that is why you have been chosen for this assignment. You are strongly based in Party doctrine. You know what is needed, we can trust you to carry on the Party's aims." After a pause, the Russian added, "Without being diverted by personal feelings."
Anton looked him in the face. "Of course," he said.
Fredric Ostrander was on the carpet.
His chief said, "You seem to have conducted yourself rather precipitately, Fred."
Ostrander shrugged in irritation. "I didn't have time to consult anyone. By pure luck, I spotted the Cunningham girl and since I knew she had affiliated herself with Crawford, I followed her."
The chief said dryly, "And tried to arrest the seven of them, all by yourself."