Tinker's Dam

This I take from George Kelly. First of all, he's Director of the F. B. I. Even more important, he's my boss. Hey, George, I rotested, knowing he would not have called on a routine matter. I got up before breakfast as it is. What's up? I hardly needed to ask. When they call me, it's always the same sickening kind of trouble. Fred Plaice and his gang got their hands on a telepath in the District last night, George told me. It's been on the newscast already. There'll be a damned ugly mob at the office a lynch mob. Listen Gyp, I want you to go through the main entrance this morning.