“I’m telling you this to emphasize the absolute necessity of finding out what is going on and putting a stop to it.”
“Do you want me to follow through on it?”
“Just a moment.” There was a click of circuit switching and the colonel’s voice came back. “I’ve put Dr. Spindem on the line. As head of the Psychological Service Section of R&D, he’s been consulted on this problem. I want him to talk to you.”
Montgomery frowned distastefully. He remembered Spindem as a big man with a bluff, jovial front which he forgot to change outside of office consultations.
“Hello?” said Spindem. “It’s good to talk with you again, major.”
“Yes,” said Montgomery.
“I understand you are personally well acquainted with this man, Gunderson.”
“We’ve been very close friends for almost four years.”
“Well, what we’re after now is to get one of our men into this so-called school. We’ve held off any action against them so far, hoping for a chance like this. You’re our first real opportunity. Do you suppose you could get an admission to the place through Gunderson?”
“I don’t know. Admission seems to be by very select invitation. It goes only to the very best men in the field, apparently. My own qualifications in this regard —”