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alone stared. He tried to say something but he couldn't find any words. The telephone rang again and he pushed the switch with a sense of relief. The beard-fringed face of Thomas Boyd appeared on the screen.
"You're getting hard to find," Boyd said. "I think you're letting fame and fortune go to your head."
"I left word at the office that I was coming here," Malone said aggrievedly.
"Sure you did," Boyd said. "How do you think I found you? Am I telepathic? Do I have strange powers?"
"Wouldn't surprise me in the least," Malone said. "Now, about those spies—"
"See what I mean?" Boyd said. "How did you know?"
"Just lucky, I guess," Malone murmured. "But what about them?"
"Well," Boyd said, "we picked up two men working in the Senate Office Building, and another one working for the State Department."