No question about that. I punched the rewind button, stopped the machine, started playing the tape for the second time. Not from the beginning. The end of the plastic tape was stretched and torn—undoubtedly by Jenkins in his haste to get away from wherever he’d been—and the whole thing played for just over fifty minutes. But it was only the last six minutes which would be of real interest to others—and were fascinating to me. After reaching my rooms at Mountain Shadows I’d taken time to shower and change clothes again, then arranged with the desk for the use of two tape recorders. I’d used one to play the Jenkins tape, while making a duplicate of it with the other. The first three-quarters of an hour consisted merely of conversation and a few phone calls of no apparent importance, and there were never more than two or at most three people conversing. But in those last six minutes seven men spoke, and it sounded as if a planned meeting was in progress. Unfortunately the sound reproduction was of very poor quality, probably in part because of the equipment Jenkins had used but also because of a humming noise, perhaps due to air-conditioning equipment in operation nearby.
