"The extent of scientific development could not be ascertained with any accuracy. However, a large collection of scientific data has been mailed to the post office at Nakhtakhu on the Siberian coast. Nakhtakhu is very near the coast. It possesses inadequate communication with the interior. At about 45°58" N. Lat., it is within easy reach of Japan. Should these papers be desired, they will be found enclosed in a package containing a leather jacket and addressed to a certain Comrade I. Loginov. There is, of course, no definite assurance that the package has arrived in Nakhtakhu or, if arrived, that it has not been seized—"
"You don't have to put all that in," said Landsiedel. "Some Navy people went to get the papers yesterday. We can send the papers right along with the report."
"You didn't tell me," said Dugan.
"No need to bother you." The colonel's face lit up with a triumphant grin.
Dugan frowned. "I hope you don't compromise my trip…"
"Don't you worry about that, Major."
Dugan went on:
"Don't take this down, Wilson. If I were going to get those papers, I would send a fishing boat full of Japanese, get them smelling of sake, have them sack the post office, get them back out to sea, pick the papers up with a submarine, along with non-expendable personnel, and then have the fishing boat run for it."
"You would, would you?" said the colonel.
"I would," said Dugan belligerently.