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thing’s in Pennsylvania or Ohio.”
    “What makes you think so?”
    “They’d be stupid to stay around here.”
    “But what can they do with it in Pennsylvania?” Lockwood asked.
    “Huh?”
    “You’re pretty sure it’s another government, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    “There are no foreign governments in Pennsylvania or Ohio.”
    “You mean they’d stay near the coast?”
    “If they haven’t already shipped it out,” he said.
    Myra looked at him hard. “That thing is really heavy, you know. You don’t just put it in a canoe and paddle it out to sea.”
    “Couldn’t they get it through a Canadian border?”
    “Not after 8:30 this morning,” Myra said. “The first thing the Treasury said was that they were alerting the Customs and the
     Coast Guard.”
    “And they can’t take a chance of driving across the country to the West Coast.”
    “Hardly,” she said. “They could off-load the bombsight into another truck. But driving to the West Coast would take three
     or four days, and I wouldn’t want to break down in Nebraska or Nevada with the Feds prodding every highway patrol about this
     thing.”
    “It’s that serious?”
    “Oh, it’s that serious,” she said. “They’re not playing tiddlywinks in Europe. We’re really going to be in it.”
    “Aw, come on. We did our job last time.”
    Myra bridled. “We’re going to have to do it again.”
    Lockwood didn’t argue, but swung back to the search. “Let me get a better feel for this thing. Let’s say
you’d
stolen it, that you’d stolen a bombsight like this in—Italy—for instance, and you were faced with getting it back to this
     country. How would you go about it?”
    Myra’s face clouded in thought. “Nice question. I would get it to a deserted warehouse. I would study it and diagram how it
     worked, reduce the blueprints, and mail three copies to three different people I trusted—to their homes—back here.”
    “Okay—how long would that take?”
    “I could do it in—say a week. It would depend on how expert the engineer was you had doing the drawings. How much he knew
     about bombsight research.”
    “You would need a specialist?” Lockwood asked.
    “How long would it take you to diagram a Model T or an RCA radio so that an engineer could duplicate it?” Myra asked.
    Lockwood grinned. “Probably years.”
    “Right,” she said. “And if you were a radio or auto engineer?”
    “Okay, okay. Do you think the Germans, the Japs, or the Italians have any engineers that could reduce this thing to diagrams
     fast? And how fast?”
    She pursed her lips and considered his question. “It’s a complicated device, Mr. Lockwood.”
    “Make it Bill.”
    He liked her merry grin. “Fine, make it Myra. Even if I were doing it, I would take it apart very carefully to make sure I
     didn’t get confused about how to fit it back together.”
    A knock at the door, and Guy Manners entered. “There you are, Lockwood. Can I have a word with you?”
    “Sure. I’d like to hear more, Myra,” he said as he stood up. “Can we have dinner tonight? Maybe you can show me where you
     eat the famous lobsters out here?”
    She cocked her head again. “Fine. Seven o’clock at this address,” and she scribbled something and handed it to him.
    Lockwood saw Manners’ face tighten, and that made him feel even better.

Chapter 4
    “You’ve given some of the brass in Washington a merry afternoon, Lockwood,” Manners opened the conversation when they’d entered
     Area C. Another half-dozen of the bland-looking Feds were searching the room, men Lockwood had not seen earlier in Dr. Dzeloski’s
     office.
    “And?” Lockwood asked. He didn’t like Manners and saw no reason to kowtow to the man.
    “You and me, we got off to a bad start,” Manners said. He put out his hand. “The Pentagon tells me they want this firm paid
     off so it can stay in business, and to cooperate with you. Can we work together?”
    Warming a bit to the man, Lockwood