tuned in then, weren't you?_

_And I don't mean just Lou. I mean all of you._

_In a world of blind men, the man who can see stands out. In a world
of the insane, the sane man stands out._

_And in a world where organizations are regularly being confused and
fouled up--either as whole organizations, or through your attempts to
get rid of individual members--a smooth-running, efficient
organization stands out like a sore thumb._

_Frankly, it took me longer to see it than it should have._

_But I've got the answer at last--the main answer. Though, as I say,
there are some others I'd like to have._

_Like, for instance, Russia. And exactly what did happen that night in
Moscow._

14

At this point Malone suddenly became aware of a sound that was not
coming from his own mind. It was coming from somewhere behind his car,
and it was a very loud sound. It was, he discovered when he looked
back, the siren of a highway patrolman on a motorcycle, coming toward
him at imminent risk of life and limb and waving frantically with an
unbelievably free hand.

Malone glanced down at the speedometer. With a sigh, he realized that
his reflexes had allowed him a little leeway, and that he was going
slightly over the legal speed limit for this Virginia highway. He
shook his head, eased up on the accelerator, and began to apply the
brakes.

By the time he had pulled over to the side of the road, the highway
patrolman was coming to a halt behind the big Lincoln. Malone watched
him check the number on the rear plate and then walk slowly around to
the window on the driver's side. "Can't you hurry?" Malone muttered
under his breath. "All this Virginian ease is okay in its place,
but--" In the meanwhile he was getting out his identification, and by
the time the patrolman reached him he had it in his hand.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Sorry?" the patrolman said, frowning. He had an open, boyish face
with freckles and a pug nose. He looked like somebody's kid brother,
very dependable but just a little cute. "What for?" he said.

Malone shrugged. "What else?" he said. "Speeding."

"Oh, that," the patrolman said. "Why, don't you worry about that."

"Don't worry about it?" Malone said. This particular kid brother was
obviously a little nuts, and should have been put away years ago. He
ground his teeth silently, but he didn't make any complaints. It was
never wise, he knew, to irritate a traffic cop of any sort.

"Sure not," the patr