condensed master

Will Bonner
"The least you know the better for now. Don't you agree that we're not placing
any demands on you?"
"Probably not, but you haven't told me about the second thing. You did
mention a couple?"
Ed did not hesitate. "You're attracting all these different societies and
organizations to the clinic, and we have reason to believe that some of the
organizers are involved in questionable activities against others. It's not organized
crime, just political, and the ramifications are disturbing."
"But I don't know anyone associated with these groups. I have very little
communication with them, my superior sees all the customers."
"We know that, but as time goes by he will be needing your services in that
regard, and he'll be taking you along to meet these people. All we want you to do
is keep your ears and eyes open for any strange goings on. You've been through
the war so you'll recognize it when you see it, and when you do, just let us know."
"You keep saying us and we!"
"There are other agents working for me, but all your connections will only be
with me."
"That suits me fine. The least I know about the whole affair the happier I will
be." Will read Ed's knowing smile immediately.
"I have to get back to the clinic. What happens next?"
"I'll contact you when it becomes necessary, and eventually let you know
where you can contact me, if you need to."
Rumplemeyers was now full of the lunch time crowd. Will wended his way
around the tables, towards the door that led up to the street. Glancing around the
room he could see no one that he recognized, and with a nod of his head in Ed's
direction he left, his mind churning over the events of the last hour.
The clinic was at it's busiest and for the remainder of the day Will's mind was
fully occupied. On the tramcar going home however, the meeting with Ed
completely dominated his thoughts. He knew that to tell Dorothy what was going
on would be fatal for her. Will could only hope that he would satisfy the
requirements of the organization without it becoming obvious to her, and if it did,
he would have to tell her the truth. Until that day came however, he would have
to resort to a few white lies to get by. Better that, than have her involved.
It was just three days later when he was called into the office to the telephone.
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