The Russian shook his head. "Nothing." He looked plainly frightened. "I
assure you, my government knew nothing of this."
Condley leaped to his feet, said: "Where are those FBI men?" and ran out
the door.
"The black market," said Bending softly. "They found out somehow."
"And they've had three days to study it," Larchmont said. "It's too late
now. That thing is probably somewhere in South America by this time."
Artomonov stood up, his face oddly pale. "You must excuse me, gentlemen.
I must get in touch with Moscow immediately." He strode out of the room.
The four men remaining in the room just stared at each other for a long
moment. There wasn't much else they could do.