Transvestia momentarily, in the flickering candle-light? She added brightly:

"But I could find out for you. We're not allowed to take calls at work, and I'm not on the phone at home. But if you gave me your number I could ring you to- morrow evening

Sam thought for a moment. What was he thinking? Then he answered lightly:

"Well, it's not terribly important. But if it's not too much trouble

"Oh, it wouldn't be any trouble at all.

Mr.

Farian

Sam. I'll phone you first thing after work."

From her handbag she produced a pencil and a little notebook. "What number shall I call? Or would you rather meet me somewhere?"

Again he hesitated briefly. Because she was also Dr. Caravelle, Jenny knew perfectly why he hesitated; if Counter Intelligence caught him receiving this sort of information from a typist in the Special Section - he would find it hard to explain. On the other hand, if they traced his telephone number they might find more than he wanted them to see. He gazed thoughtfully at this starry-eyed wench before him. Again she guessed his thoughts; Was it likely that Jenny would be playing a subtle game? Wasn't she a real featherhead, if ever there was one always buying more clothes? He said decisively:

"PQR 1789" and Jenny wrote it down. They stood up gaily to dance.

Late that night Valerie gave Jenny an address which purported to be John Caravelle's; it was strange how easy it was to think of him as a third person.

"If your Sam Farian is in the clear, said Valerie "nothing will happen. But if he's the man we're looking for there'll be another attempt to kidnap Dr. Cara- velle at that address and the police will be waiting.