Larry Woolford stared at his superior, blinked and then examined the bills again. “A beautiful job,” he said, “but what's it got to do with us, sir? This is Secret Service jurisdiction, counterfeiting.”
“They called us in on it. They think it might have international ramifications.”
Now they were getting somewhere. Larry Woolford put the two bills on the Boss' desk and leaned back in his chair, waiting.
His superior said, “Remember the Nazis turning out American and British banknotes during the Second War?”
“I was just a kid.”
“I thought you might have read about it. At any rate, obviously a government—with all its resources—could counterfeit perfectly any currency in the world. It would have the skills, the equipment, the funds to accomplish the task. The Germans turned out hundreds of millions of dollars and pounds with the idea of confounding the Allied financial basics.”
“And why didn't it work?”
“The difficulty of getting it into circulation, for one thing. However, they did actually use a quantity. For a time our people were so alarmed that they wouldn't allow any bills to come into this country from Mexico except two-dollar denomination—the one denomination the Germans hadn't bothered to duplicate. Oh, they had the Secret Service in a dither for a time.”
Woolford was frowning. “What's this got to do with our current situation?”
The Boss said, “It is only a conjecture. One of those bills is counterfeit but such an excellent reproduction that the skill involved is beyond the resources of any known counterfeiter. Secret Service wants to know if it might be coming from abroad, and, if so, from where. If it's a governmental project, particularly a Soviet Complex one, then it comes into the ken of our particular cloak-and-dagger department.”