condensed master

Will Bonner
of the happenings in the design department. The matter of ultimate importance was
to find out where the records were kept.
Will listened as George laid out the whole history of the department. The
occasional word of praise and a prod to steer the conversation in the right
direction was enough to get into the areas of classified projects, and he was having
a job to keep up with the flood of information that was being proffered, without
any hesitation, on George's part.
"Do you remember Paul Beamish, Will?"
"Yes, he was a brilliant designer."
"Well, he's spearheading a new government project. It's top secret."
"That sounds really interesting, are you involved?"
"Only marginally."
"I bet they keep tabs on all the technical notes you write."
“Yes, all my notes are collected daily."
"The government boffins take control of those I suppose?"
"No, they are locked up in the safe next to Jack De Silva's office, you know
where I mean. At the back of the drawing department."
Will nearly fell off his chair at the shock of receiving the very information he
wanted, served to him on a platter. "I suppose they've got pretty sophisticated
electronic security in force, to protect all that valuable knowhow?"
"No, that stupid sod De Silva is so stubborn and wants everything his own
way, so it's in a standard Chubb safe. Paul Beamish has been trying to get him to
upgrade the security but he won't have it."
Will looked at his watch. "I'll have to get going George, give me your address
and phone number, I'll contact you."
George reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and produced a card.
"Don't leave it too long this time will you?" Will shook his head as he left the
dining-room.
The street alongside the factory was practically deserted. It was a typical,
warm sunny Australia day, and he stood for awhile trying to wind down. Two
opposite forces were pulling him apart. The feeling of elation, having achieved
what he had come for, and the frightening thought he had experienced before,
concerning the possibility of his involvement being traced back, this time through
George. He was perfectly aware of what the consequences could be, and it was
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