"Most of it, as I recall. One of Tito's top men who turned against the Commies and did quite a job of exposing the so-called classless society." "That's right. I've always been surprised that so few people bothered to wonder how Djilas was able to smuggle his book out of one of Tito's strongest prisons and get it to publishers in the West." "Never thought of it," Paul agreed. "How could he?" "Because," the Chief said, knocking the ash from his pipe and replacing it in the rack, "there was and is a very strong underground in all the Communist countries. Not only Yugoslavia, but the Soviet Union as well." Paul stirred impatiently. "Once again, what's all this got to do with me?" "They're the ones you're going to work with. The anti-Soviet underground. You've got unlimited leeway. Unlimited support to the extent we can get it to you. Unlimited funds for whatever you find you need them for. Your job is to help the underground start a new Russian Revolution." * * * * * Paul Koslov, his face still bandaged following plastic surgery, spent a couple of hours in the Rube Goldberg department inspecting the latest gadgets of his trade. Derek Stevens said, "The Chief sent down a memo to introduce you to this new item. We call it a Tracy." Paul frowned at the wristwatch, fingered it a moment, held it to his ear. It ticked and the second hand moved. "Tracy?" he said. Stevens said, "After Dick Tracy. Remember, a few years ago? His wrist two-way radio." "But this is really a watch," Paul said. "Sure. Keeps fairly good time, too. However, that's camouflage. It's also a two-way radio. Tight beam from wherever you are to the Chief." Paul pursed his lips. "The transistor boys are really doing it up brown." He handed the watch back to Derek Stevens. "Show me how it works, Derek." They spent fifteen minutes on the communications device, then Derek Stevens said, "Here's another item the Chief thought you might want to see:" It was a compact, short-muzzled hand gun. Paul handled it with the ease of long practice. "The grip's clumsy. What's its advantage? I don't particularly like an automatic." Derek Stevens motioned with his head. "Come into the firing range, Koslov, and we'll give you a demonstration." Paul shot him a glance from the side of his eyes, then nodded. "Lead on." In the range, Stevens had a man-size silhouette put up. He stood to one side and said, "O.K., let her go." Paul stood easily, left hand in pants pocket, brought the gun up and tightened on the trigger. He frowned and pressed again. He scowled at Derek Stevens. "It's not loaded." Stevens grunted amusement. "Look at the target. First time you got it right over the heart." "I'll be ...," Paul began. He looked down at the weapon in surprise. "Noiseless and recoilless. What caliber is it, Derek, and what's the muzzle velocity?" "We call it the .38 Noiseless," Stevens said. "It has the punch of that .44 Magnum you're presently carrying."