He thought he had examined it from every angle, but he was no closer to a solution now than he had been two months ago. The answer must be found and soon, however. Until he knew the answer, he did not know what action to take and General Warren was growing impatient. He had lost one agent and one of his best men was laid low by indecision. It was not a situation that could be tolerated for much longer. “Meldon!” By the tone of Finch’s voice Meldon knew his friend must already have called his name twice. “Sorry, Finch. I was dreaming.” “You spend too much time in that chair thinking.” Like most men more suited to action than thought, Finch was not afraid to voice his suspicions about thinking. Meldon liked him immensely. Finch’s bravery and compassion made him Meldon’s chosen companion for many of his more irregular activities. Meldon slapped his leg.
