“I am a small child,” Brubitsch announced. “Okay,” Boyd said. “But if you didn’t commit any murders, just what _have_ you been doing since you’ve been in this country as a Soviet agent?” “I will say nothing,” Brubitsch announced. “I am a small child. It is enough.” He paused, blinked, and went on, “I will only tell you this: no murders were done by our group in any of our activities.” “And what were your activities?” Malone asked. “Oh, many things,” Brubitsch said. “Many, many things. We—” The telephone rang loudly, and Malone scooped it up with a practiced hand. “Malone here,” he said. Her Majesty’s voice was excited. “Sir Kenneth!” she said. “I just got a tremendous burst of static!” Malone blinked. _Is my mind acting up again?_ he thought, knowing she would pick it up. _Am I being interfered with?_ He didn’t feel any different. But then, how was he supposed to feel? “It’s not _your_ mind, Sir Kenneth,” Her Majesty said. “Not this time. It’s _his_ mind. That sneaky-thinking Brubitsch fellow.” _Brubitsch?_ Malone thought. _Now what is that supposed to mean?_ “I don’t know, Sir Kenneth,” Her Majesty said. “But get on back to your questioning. He’s ready to talk now.” “Okay,” Malone said aloud. “Fine.” He hung up and looked back to the Russian sitting on his chair. Brubitsch was ready to talk, and that was one good thing, anyhow. But what was all the static about? What was going on? “Now, then,” Malone said. “You were telling us about your group activities.” “True,” Brubitsch said. “I did not commit any murders. It is possible that Borbitsch committed murders. It is maybe even possible that Garbitsch committed murders. But I do not think so.” “Why not?” Boyd said. “They are my friends,” Brubitsch said. “Even if they tell lies. They are also small children. Besides, I am not even the head of the group.” “Who is?” Malone said. “Garbitsch,” Brubitsch said instantly. “He worked in the State Department, and he told us what to look for in the Senate Office Building.” “What were you supposed to look for?” Boyd said. “For information,” Brubitsch said. “For scraps of paper, or things we overheard. But it was very bad, very bad.” “What do you mean, bad?” Malone said. “Everything was terrible,” Brubitsch said mournfully. “Sometimes Borbitsch heard something and forgot to tell Garbitsch about it. Garbitsch did not like this. He is a very inflamed person. Once he threatened to send Borbitsch to the island of Yap as a spy. That is a very bad place to go to. There are no enjoyments on the island of Yap, and no ones likes strangers there. Borbitsch was very sad.” “What did you do with your information?” Boyd said. “We remembered it,” Brubitsch said. “Or, if we had a scrap of paper, we saved it for Garbitsch and gave it to him. But I remember once that I had some paper. It had a formula on it. I do not know what the formula said.” “What was it about?” Malone said.