Five
I walked a block before I looked back. He hadn’t followed me from the building. I knew I’d stirred him up, as I’d meant to. If I was right in my suspicions about Clark, Jerry Dell would be begging for the assignment, and his very eagerness would be a slight advantage for me. I went down the street until I came to a drugstore. I wanted to see Robert Salem, who had been the committee’s counsel seven years before. I had read somewhere that he was now working for one of the government departments. The question was which one.
There was one newspaperman in Washington I knew slightly. He was George Macklin, a political columnist on the Washington Ledger. I called the paper and asked for him. He came on a moment later.
“This is Milo March,” I said. “I met you about a year ago in New York C
