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remember the details. It must have been at least ten years ago. He flew over to some place in the Middle East and took a benign tumor out of some politician's brain. He operated for nine hours, and he could have lost the patient at any minute of those nine hours, and there was a chance that if he did lose him, some of the wild-eyed members of the party would have gunned him down when he left the hospital in spite of the troops they'd assigned to guard him. There was some background in the article on him too. In World War II in Europe he went AWOL
    from the General Hospital where he was on the neurosurgical team, and they found him at a field hospital trying out and getting good results with a nerve graft technique that had to be done as soon as possible after the wounds happened. He'd made his request through channels and nothing happened, so he reassigned himself. The only time I knew him was when he was in Florida and married Gloria. Okay, a very mild and gentle guy. But he had that look. The ones who get past the point of ever having to prove anything to themselves or anyone else have that look. We laid on the bachelor brawl bit for him. By two in the morning there were just the three Page 15

    of us left, Fort, a friend named Meyer, and me. Fort started telling doctor stories. He talked until dawn. Meyer said it had been a long time since he'd had anything shake him up that much, anything that started him thinking in a different kind of pattern. I have this feeling, Mr. Andrus.
    Anybody who tried to lean on that nice mild guy would do better trying to pat tigers, I think."
    "So what did happen?"
    "Somebody as essentially tough as Fortner Geis found some leverage that would work on Fortner Geis, and they were smart enough to stay back out of range while they squeezed him.
    And he was fatalist enough to adjust, to accept a lesser evil. Next step: accepting Fort as the kind of man he was, that leverage had to come from something in the past, some place where their lives crossed. Somebody has a very large and nervous amount of cash. If they were hard enough and smart enough to squeeze it out of Fort, they must have some very good idea of how to get the juice out of it without alerting the IRS computers."
    John Andrus nodded slowly. "The more you have, the easier it is to add more without attracting attention."
    "And if you can't do it that way, you have to have a lot of patience and control. You have to sit on it and then have some logical reason to pull up stakes and go elsewhere. Then, if you can get to Brazil or Turkey, and move very carefully, you can dig yourself in as a rich man without creating too much suspicion."
    "Yes. It could be done," he said.
    "Another thing interests me. The man applying the squeeze apparently knew or had some way of knowing how much Fort had. Otherwise I think Fort would have come up with, say, a quarter of a million and then made the squeezer believe he had it all."
    Andrus began staring at me with a curious expression. "Mr. McGee, a lot of people have done a lot of wondering about this whole thing. And I've sat in on most of it. So you come along and for the first time I am beginning to get some kind of an image of what the person or persons had to be like. A very vague image, of course. But somehow... things seem to be narrowing down for the first time. Did Gloria tell me you're in the marine supply business?"
    "Supply and salvage. Maybe I have a talent for larceny. A great parlor trick, thinking like a thief."
    "Are you going to... pursue your theories?"
    "I might look around a little, sure. Just as a favor for an old friend."
    He put his papers away and snapped the catches cm the dispatch case. "Is there any way I could make things easier for you? Unofficially"
    "Did you have something in mind?"
    "I don't think any friend of Mrs. Geis' is going to get any casual conversation out of Heidi Trumbill or Roger Geis." He took out two calling cards and with a slender gold pen wrote on the back of