Brown smiled indulgently. "I promise." Dolan felt an almost
uncontrollable urge to smash the smug smile with his fist. He bottled
it up. This was no time to get excited.
"OK," he said shortly. He stepped to the machine and carefully bent a
wire just so, while Brown watched alertly.
"Also," Brown said, "the notes."
"Notes?"
"Exactly. The notes you kept on the operation of the machine. Give them
to me, please."
Dolan shrugged. He had not really expected to keep the notes. "They're
out in my briefcase," he said. Brown looked at Smith, who went out and
returned in a moment with the briefcase. Dolan took out a folder and
handed it to Brown. Brown riffled through the pages, nodded and tossed
the folder on the pile of boxes.
He studied Dolan speculatively. "The other notes, too, please," he
said. "The secret notes."
The man was guessing, of course. Dolan had not even mentioned the other
notes to Moirta. "You've got all the notes I made," he said.
Brown stepped forward and grasped his arm. "Walk!" he commanded.