@@@@@“Who was it?” “Oh, yesEverything’s so
@@@@@“Who was it?”
“Oh, yesEverything’s so sudden, so bewilderingHe’s a retired field agent with a crippled
leg, a man named Conklin, Alexander ConklinHe and a psychiatrist—Panov, Morris Panov—are
close friends of Webb
“Where are they?” asked the capo supremo grimly
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“Oh, you couldn’t reach either one, talk to either of themThey’re both under maximum
security
“I didn’t ask for the rules of engagement, paisan, I asked where they were
“Well, Conklin’s at a condominium in Vienna, a proprietary of ours no one could penetrate, and
Panov’s apartment and office are both under round-the-clock surveillance
“You’ll give me the addresses, won’t you?”
“Certainly, but I guarantee they won’t talk to you
“Oh, that would be a pityWe’re just looking for a guy with a dozen names, asking questions,
offering assistance
“Maybe I can sell it
“Goddamn it, why?” spouted Armbruster, then immediately lowered his voice“Why was this
Webb or Bourne or whoever the hell he is at Swayne’s?”
“It’s a gap I can’t fill,” said DeSole
“A what?”
“That’s an Agency term for no answer
“No wonder the country’s up shit’s creek
“That’s not true—”
“Now you shut up!” ordered the man from New York, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a
small notepad and a ballpoint pen“Write out the addresses of this retired spook and the yid shrink
Now!”
“It’s difficult to see,” said DeSole, writing, angling the small pad of paper toward the neon lights
of the closed gas stationThe apartment number may be wrong but it’s close, and Panov’s
name will be on the mailboxBut I tell you again, he won’t talk to you
“Then we’ll just have to apologize for interrupting him
“Yes, you probably willI gather he’s very dedicated where his patients are concerne