ladies. He had polished the Spanish that he had taken at Texas and was becoming quite fluent.

Waller had been thinking about Milam for some time. He finally decided that he did not want to return in the fall. He wrote a letter to the department head resigning his position. He was no longer an associate professor of history.

When spring rolled around, Waller moved slowly northward. One beautiful morning, he was sitting at an outdoor table in Salzburg. He gazed at the snow-covered peaks and sipped a beer. He had purchased a copy of the New York Times at a newsstand. He had folded it and carried it under his arm without looking at it. It sat on the table as he relaxed.

He lit a cigarette and unfolded theFern tapped on the glass and entered the office.

Mel looked up. "What's up, Miles?"

"Guy that sounds like a kook called. He says that he has the story of the century."

Cogswell sighed and lifted his phone. He called Jack Neville at the city desk.

"Need to intrude on your turf. My star reporter has been invited to learn a big secret."

"Send her over permanent and she can do that night and day," Neville replied.

"Fat chance!" Mel snorted. "She's making my little section look so good that the big dogs are taking notice."

"Yeah. No problem. Let her run with it. Hey, going to Louie's tonight?"

"Does a hobby horse have a wooden dick? I'll be there as soon as I clear up some crap here."

"Buy me a cold one," Jack hung up.

"Go