ing--and even
though Giles and Culpepper wanted to make a racket of the idea, there
was much to be said for a trusty system.

_Hold it_, he told himself, _those ideas and where we'll set up a
laundry--it's utterly ridiculous that we have to send everything into
Harrisburg!--can come later. Right now let's think about an
appointment list ... and the first name is my good assistant warden's,
Dr. Thornberry._

Still looking out the window, he leaned back in his chair and felt
again the slow boil of anger.

* * * * *

A gentle rap on his office door, the one opening from his secretary's
office.

Bennington swung around to face his desk again. "Come in."

The Message Center clerk, with a neat stack of papers. "Sir, this is
your copy of the report received last night. The original is on file
in Message Center and other copies are on the desks of the people who
will need them."

"Thank you," Bennington said. "I am sure that this procedure will be
followed in the future."

"Yes, sir!"

It will be in your case, Bennington decided, then turned his attention
to the report.

The distribution list in the upper righthand corner was--h-m-m-m,
good. Himself, Chief Psychologist, Chief Guard, Kitchen, Supply.
Probably set up by the same man who had designed Message Center
itself.

The report was not good.

The first paragraph was a summary and it was almost all bad news.
Total: 35. No women, no juveniles, the only good reading. But they
were coming from all six states and all but one of them Barracks Two
and Three cases. Assembled at Philadelphia, by train to Harrisburg, by
truck to here, but not arriving until 1530.

Two and Three were overcrowded now. With their communications so good,
why couldn't they move the processed men out faster?

And this new group would arrive so late. Couldn't even begin
processing them. Or could they?

Might have to.

Let's look at the details.

Connecticut: Musto, John, and his brothers, Ralph and Pietro. Murders.
Following those names, five others of the gang that had terrorized the
banks in that area for two years. Capturing all of them at once by
putting a sleep-gas bomb in a basket of groceries delivered to their
hideout, that had been a neat bit of police work. But till those boys
were conditioned or drugged, they would need special guards.

Delaware: Clarens, Walter. Murders. The name was familiar--Oh yes,
three killings, one of them a little