He showed Lansberg the microfilm squares.
"The photocircuit inserts for the new autopilot. We'd lose everything if the League ever got its hands on these."
"Didn't learn anything from Avery, eh?" Lansberg asked.
"Not a thing." Karnes lapsed into silence. He didn't feel it necessary to mention the mind impressor just yet.
Lansberg stuck a cigarette into his mouth and talked around it as he lit it.
"We've got something you'll be getting in on, now that Avery is taken care of. We've got a fellow named Brittain, real name Bretinov, who is holed up in a little apartment in Brooklyn. He's the sector head for that section, and we know who his informers are, and who he gives orders to. What we don't know is who gives orders to him.
"Now we have it set up for Brittain to get his hands on some very honest-looking, but strictly phony stuff for him to pass on to the next echelon. Then we just sit around and watch until he does pass it."
Karnes found he was listening to Lansberg with only half an ear. His brain was still buzzing with things he'd never heard of, trying to fit things he had always known in with things he knew now but had never known before. Damn that "cigarette case"!
"Sounds like fun," he answered Lansberg.