“Well ... I don’t know. Daddy was awfully silly about it. He tied his handkerchief around my eyes near the end. But the others complained about me anyway, and Daddy got awfully mad and said something about the young people of the country participating in their emancipation and all, but the others got mad too, and said there wasn’t any kind of help I could do around headquarters anyway, and I’d be better off in school. Everybody got awfully mad, but after the second time Daddy promised not to take me to headquarters any more.” “But where did you find the money, Zusannette?” Larry said. “At headquarters. There’s tons and tons of it there.” Larry cleared his throat and said, “When you say tons and tons, you mean a great deal of it, eh?” She was proudly definite. “I mean tons and tons. A ton is two thousand pounds.” “Look, Zusanette,” Larry said reasonably. “I don’t know how much money weighs, exactly, but let’s say a pound would be, say, a thousand bills.” He took up a pencil and scribbled on a pad before him. “A pound of fifties would be $50,000. Then if you multiply that by 2,000 pounds to make a ton, you’d have $100,000,000. And you say there’s tons and tons?” “And that’s just the fifties,” Susan said triumphantly. “So you can see the two little packages I picked up aren’t really important at all. It’s just like I found them.” “I don’t think there’s quite a thousand bills in a pound,” Steve said weakly. Larry said, “How much other money is there?” “Oh, piles. Whole rooms. Rooms after rooms. And hundred dollar bills, and twenties, and fives, and tens—” Larry said, “Look, Zusanette, I don’t think you’re in any position to be telling us whoppers. This whole story doesn’t make much sense, does it?” Her mouth tightened. “I’m not going to say anything more until Daddy gets here, anyway,” she said. Which was when the phone rang. “I have an idea that’s for me,” Steve said. The screen lit up and LaVerne Polk said, “Call for Steve Hackett, Larry.” Larry pushed the phone around so Steve could look into it. LaVerne flicked off and was replaced by a stranger in uniform. Steve said, “Yeah?” The cop said, “He’s flown the coop, sir. Must have got out just minutes before we arrived. Couldn’t have taken more than a suitcase. Few papers scattered around the room he used for an office.” Susan gasped, “You mean Daddy?” Steve Hackett rubbed a hand over his flattened nose. “Holy Smokes,” he said. He thanked the cop and flicked off. Larry said, “Look Zusanette, everything’s going to be all right. Nothing will happen to you. You say you managed to pick up two packets of all this money they have at headquarters. O.K. So you thought it wouldn’t be missed and you’ve always wanted to spend money the way you see the stars do on TriD and in the movies.” She looked at him, taken back. “How did you know?” Larry said dryly, “I’ve always wanted to myself. But I would like to know one more thing. The Movement. What was it going to do with all this money?”