We all sat down. “What have you got so far?”
“Besides a headache?” He handed me a short list.
I scanned it. “How long before you can get them here?”
An explosion. “How long before you can get them here? Am I your errand boy?”
“For all practical purposes you are. Quit the fooling. How about it?” Marrs snickered at the look on Johnson’s face.
“What are you smirking at, you moron?” Marrs gave in and laughed outright, and I did, too. “Go ahead and laugh. This isn’t funny. When I called the State School for the Deaf they hung up. Thought I was some practical joker. We’ll skip that.
“There’s three women and a man on that list. They cover English, French, Spanish, and German. Two of them are working in the East, and I’m waiting for answers to telegrams I sent them. One lives in Pomona and one works for the Arizona School for the Deaf. That’s the best I could do.”
We thought that over. “Get on the phone. Talk to every state in the union if you have to, or overseas.”
Johnson kicked the desk. “And what are you going to do with them, if I’m that lucky?”
“You’ll find out. Get them on planes and fly them here, and we’ll talk turkey when they get here. I want a projection room, not yours, and a good bonded court reporter.”