Joe came to his feet, looking to Nadine. He said, "Gentlemen, I
evidently have not recovered from my recent duel as much as I thought.
I had better retire. Meanwhile, I suggest you exchange some notes."
Nadine hurried to his side, worried.
Holland, Hodgson and Arpad were staring at each other, somewhat like
small boys, or strange dogs.
Hodgson grumbled, his voice, for once, forgetting to express laziness,
"Our records show you to be a Sov espionage agent."
The Hungarian nodded, equally suspicious. "That is my official
position. But I am also secretly a member of the executive committee
of the organization of which Major Mauser speaks and have been
attempting for some time to get in touch with the West-world
underground, if one existed. I had about come to the conclusion that
no such group was in existence, until today."
Joe said, "Relax boys, and let down your hair. You've got a lot in
common. It looks as though, at long last, the Frigid Fracas is
beginning to fade away."
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