The slapping sounds of rifles saluting, the clicks of heels, the scrape of boots in an about-face and a scrap of conversation floated to Bennington. "Any mother who lets a kid out as late as this...." Mosby joined them and picked up where the soldier had left off. "How did it happen, Scott?" "It's hard to get anything out of the mother right now," Scott replied, "but I got this. They were waiting up for the father--he's on the swing shift--and the kid wanted ice cream. The store's just around the corner and the mother was busy ironing, so she gave the kid a quarter." The chief of police turned away from the body, turned away from the lines written in blood on the wall--"PLEASE CATCH ME QUICK". He went to his car and switched its radio to one of the local stations. [Illustration] "_Stay off the streets. If you are in your car, do not stop for anything except--and listen carefully--at least three men in army or police uniforms. Do not stop for any man standing alone. Do not leave your home except on the most essential business. If you must leave do not go alone. Repeat: Do not leave the house alone...._" Scott switched back to the police band. "What we just heard is on every radio and TV station covering Harrisburg." Another police car drifted into the alley, emptied men and equipment. "We can go," Scott said. "My men will take care of the routine." All of them were silent as they crossed the Market Street Bridge into the central section of town, deserted except for police and army patrols. "Belton Hotel," the radio squawked. "_Judkins has been picked up at the Belton._" "Now I'll find out what he has told them," Thornberry exulted, "and then we'll have no trouble finding Clarens." * * * * * "You know my name, you know my present address, and I'm not saying any more until I see my lawyer." Judkins had been saying that for half an hour and his words had not changed. Mosby tugged at Bennington's sleeve. Together they moved to a corner of the hotel room, and at Mosby's nod, Scott and Thornberry joined them. "Get out of here for five minutes. When you come back, he'll be glad to talk." Mosby wasn't joking. "I want to do the same thing," Scott said bitterly, "but I can't do it." "You're under civil law," Mosby stated. "This town is under martial law. I might be able to get away with it." "Not a chance," Governor Willoughby had joined them. "It would mean your career, general. Even the President couldn't protect you." "Clarens is out there," Mosby argued, pointing out the window overlooking the city. "Did you see that little girl?" "No, but I heard about it. And I saw the man," the governor answered. "I was there," said Thornberry abruptly. "Will you gentlemen let me, _just_ me, alone with Judkins for five minutes?" All four of them, the two generals, the police chief, the governor, stared at the psychologist. "Yes," Bennington decided for the group. "We will."