One of the twins was bent over a machine of some sort. There were levers, gears, and rollers mounted on a webbed platform no larger than a rather oversized typewriter. Muldoon's eyes went wide at the sight of the greenbacks coming in a steady stream from the interior of the machine and falling into a box at the side. He could see very little else that was in the room, other than the brother of the twin at the machine. He was on the far side of it, fiddling with something hidden. Muldoon stared in fascination for another minute, then carefully made his way back to the car. He had parked it within the growth of scrub trees and bushes. He started it, turned the headlights on, and drove slowly out into the open and up to the shack. He honked his horn loudly a couple of times and got out of the car and walked up to the shack and tried the door. It was closed. Presently the figures of Evin and Robert Reeger came into view from the direction of the dump heap. Muldoon's figure was outlined in the glow of the headlights. Muldoon noticed the brief case one of them was carrying. "Ah, there, Muldoon," Muldoon had recognized Robert's voice. "Hello, Mr. Reeger. Thought I'd come by and let you know how I've been doing." Evin, who was carrying the brief case, unlocked the door and switched on the light. The other two followed him into the room. Robert Reeger motioned for Muldoon to take the sofa. Evin went into the other room. "Well, my boy," Robert said heartily. "How is it going?" "Slowly," Muldoon said casually. "But the first of this sort of operation has to go that way. Kind of feel things out, if you know what I mean?" "Of course. How does it look?" "I think it's going to go all right. I've got plans." "Splendid! Do you need money?" "Yes. About ten thousand." "Evin! Do bring the case out," Robert called loudly. In a couple of seconds, Evin Reeger appeared. He brought the brief case to his brother, turned, and went back into the other room without saying anything. He walked slowly and stiffly, his feet slapping heavily on the bare boards. "What's wrong with him?" Muldoon asked. Robert Reeger was pulling money from the brief case. He looked up with an expressionless face. "Nothing. You said ten thousand?..." "Yes." Reeger passed two of the packets to Muldoon. "Sure you won't need more?" Muldoon put the money away, got up from the sofa, and started to the door. "No. Just what I need. Uh, I'll see you Friday night." "Fine! And don't forget. We must get all this done quickly." "I won't forget." * * * * * Robert Reeger waited till the sound of the Plymouth was no longer heard. Then he went into the other room. Other than for two army cots the room was empty. Evin was stretched full-length on one of the cots. "You're certain he knows?" Evin asked. "Yes. I saw him on the visio." "But he couldn't see all the interior?" "No. Just the duplicating machine. We must get rid of it tonight."