That Sweet Little Old Lady.

by Gordon Randall Garrett.

_Usually, the toughest part of the job is stating the problem clearly, and the solution is then easy. This time the FBI could state the problem easily; solving it, though was not. How do you catch a telepathic spy?_

BY MARK PHILLIPS

Ill.u.s.trated by Freas

_"What are we going to call that sweet little old lady, now that_ mother _is a dirty word?"_

--_Dave Foley_

I

In 1914, it was enemy aliens.

In 1930, it was Wobblies.

In 1957, it was fellow travelers.

And, in 1971....

"They could be anywhere," Andrew J. Burris said, with an expression which bordered on exasperated horror. "They could be all around us.

Heaven only knows."

He pushed his chair back from his desk and stood up--a chunky little man with bright blue eyes and large hands. He paced to the window and looked out at Washington, and then he came back to the desk. A persistent office rumor held that he had become head of the FBI purely because he happened to have an initial _J_ in his name, but in his case the _J_ stood for Jeremiah. And, at the moment, his tone expressed all the hopelessness of that Old Testament prophet"s lamentations.

"We"re helpless," he said, looking at the young man with the crisp brown hair who was sitting across the desk. "That"s what it is, we"re helpless."

Kenneth Malone tried to look dependable. "Just tell me what to do," he said.

"You"re a good agent, Kenneth," Burris said. "You"re one of the best.

That"s why you"ve been picked for this job. And I want to say that I picked you personally. Believe me, there"s never been anything like it before."

"I"ll do my best," Malone said at random. He was twenty-eight, and he had been an FBI agent for three years. In that time, he had, among other things, managed to break up a gang of smugglers, track down a counterfeiting ring, and capture three kidnapers. For reasons which he could neither understand nor explain, no one seemed willing to attribute his record to luck.

"I know you will," Burris said. "And if anybody can crack this case, Malone, you"re the man. It"s just that--everything sounds so _impossible_. Even after all the conferences we"ve had."

"Conferences?" Malone said vaguely. He wished the chief would get to the point. Any point. He smiled gently across the desk and tried to look competent and dependable and rea.s.suring. Burris" expression didn"t change.

"You"ll get the conference tapes later," Burris said. "You can study them before you leave. I suggest you study them very carefully, Malone.

Don"t be like me. Don"t get confused." He buried his face in his hands.

Malone waited patiently. After a few seconds, Burris looked up. "Did you read books when you were a child?" he asked.

Malone said: "What?"

"Books," Burris said. "When you were a child. Read them."

"Sure I did," Malone said. ""Bomba the Jungle Boy," and "Doolittle," and "Lucky Starr," and "Little Women"--"

""Little Women"?"

"When Beth died," Malone said, "I wanted to cry. But I didn"t. My father said big boys don"t cry."

"And your father was right," Burris said. "Why, when I was a ... never mind. Forget about Beth and your father. Think about "Lucky Starr" for a minute. Remember him?"

"Sure," Malone said. "I liked those books. You know, it"s funny, but the books you read when you"re a kid, they kind of stay with you. Know what I mean? I can still remember that one about Venus, for instance. Gee, that was--"

"Never mind about Venus, too," Burris said sharply. "Keep your mind on the problem."

"Yes, sir," Malone said. He paused. "What problem, sir?" he added.

"The problem we"re discussing," Burris said. He gave Malone a bright, blank stare. "Just listen to me."

"Yes, sir."

"All right, then." Burris took a deep breath. He seemed nervous. Once again he stood up and went to the window. This time, he spoke without turning. "Remember how everybody used to laugh about s.p.a.ceships, and orbital satellites, and life on other planets? That was just in those "Lucky Starr" books. That was all just for kids, wasn"t it?"

"Well, I don"t know," Malone said slowly.

"Sure it was all for kids," Burris said. "It was laughable. n.o.body took it seriously."

"Well, _somebody_ must--"

"You just keep quiet and listen," Burris said.

"Yes, sir," Malone said.

Burris nodded. His hands were clasped behind his back. "We"re not laughing any more, are we, Malone?" he said without moving.

There was silence.

"Well, are we?"

"Did you want me to answer, sir?"

"Of course I did!" Burris snapped.

"You told me to keep quiet and--"

"Never mind what I told you," Burris said. "Just do what I told you."

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