“This is just a hunch,” Larry persisted, “but the way she described the manner in which her father took her to headquarters suggests they're in the Greater Washington area.”
Steve was staring at him disgustedly. How obvious could you get?
Larry hurried on. “What's the biggest business in this area, Steve?”
“Government.”
“Right. And the way she described headquarters of the Movement, was rooms, after rooms, after rooms into which they'd stored the money.”
“And?”
Larry said urgently, “Steve, I think in some way the Movement has taken over some governmental buildings, or storage warehouse. Possibly some older buildings no longer in use. It would be a perfect hideout. Who would expect a subversive organization to be in governmental buildings? All they'd need would be a few officials here and there who were on their side and—”
Steve said wearily, “You couldn't have thought of this two days ago.”
Larry cut himself off sharply, “Eh?”
Steve said, “We found their headquarters. One of their members cracked. Ben Ruthenberg of the F.B.I. found he had a morals rap against him some years ago and scared him into talking by threats of exposure. At any rate, you're right. They had established themselves in some government buildings going back to Spanish-American War days. We've arrested eight or ten officials that were involved.”