Part 36 (1/2)

”Listen,” Boyd said. ”Did you call the office after you left this afternoon?”

”No,” Malone admitted. ”Why? What happened?”

”There was a call for you,” Boyd said. ”Long distance, just before I left at five. I came on back to the hotel and waited until I heard you come in. Thought you might want to know about it.”

”I do, I guess,” Malone said. ”Who from?” Looking at Boyd, a modern-day Henry VIII, the a.s.sociation was too obvious to be missed.

Malone thought of Good Queen Bess, and wondered why she was calling him again.

And--more surprising--why she'd called him at FBI headquarters, when she must have known that he wasn't there.

”Dr. O'Connor,” Boyd said.

”Oh,” Malone said, somewhat relieved. ”At Yucca Flats.”

Boyd nodded. ”Right,” he said.

”You're to call operator nine.”

”Thanks.” Malone went over to the phone, remembered his shoes and put them down carefully on the floor. ”Anything else of importance?” he asked.

”On the Cadillacs,” Boyd said. ”We've got a final report now.

Leibowitz and Hardin finally finished checking the last of them; there weren't quite as many as we were afraid there were going to be. Red isn't a very popular color around here.”

”Good,” Malone said.

”And there isn't a doggone thing on any of 'em,” Boyd said. ”Oh, we cleared up a lot of small-time crime, one thing and another, but that's about all. No such thing as an electro-psionic brain to be found anywhere in the lot. Leibowitz says he's willing to swear to it.”

Malone sighed. ”I didn't think he'd find one,” he said.

”You didn't?”

”No,” Malone said.

Boyd stabbed at him with the scissors again. ”Then why did you cause all that trouble?” he said.

”Because I thought we might find electro-psionic brains,” Malone said wearily. ”Or one, anyhow.”

”But you just said--”

Malone picked up the phone, got long distance, and motioned Boyd to silence in one sweeping series of moves. The long-distance operator said, ”Yes, sir? May we help you?”

”Give me operator nine,” Malone said.

There was a buzz, a click, and a new voice which said, ”Operator ni-yun. May we help you?”

”All nine of you?” Malone muttered. ”Never mind. This is Kenneth Malone. I've got a call from Dr. Thomas O'Connor at Yucca Flats.

Please connect me.”

There was another buzz, a click and an unG.o.dly howl which was followed by the voice of operator ni-yun saying, ”We are connecting you. There will be a slight delay. We are sor-ree.”