That Sweet Little Old Lady

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In 1914, it was enemy aliens.

In 1930, it was Wobblies.

In 1957, it was fellow travelers.

And, in 1971....

"They could be anywhere," Andrew J. Burris said, with an expression
which bordered on exasperated horror. "They could be all around us.
Heaven only knows."

He pushed his chair back from his desk and stood up--a chunky little man
with bright blue eyes and large hands. He paced to the window and looked
out at Washington, and then he came back to the desk. A persistent
office rumor held that he had become head of the FBI purely because he
happened to have an initial _J_ in his name, but in his case the _J_
stood for Jeremiah. And, at the moment, his tone expressed all the
hopelessness of that Old Testament prophet's lamentations.

"We're helpless," he said, looking at the young man with the crisp brown
hair who was sitting across the desk. "That's what it is, we're
helpless."

Kenneth Malone tried to look dependable. "Just tell me what to do," he
said.

"You're a good agent, Kenneth," Burris said. "You're one of the best.
That's why you've been picked for this job. And I want to say that I
picked you personally. Believe me, there's never been anything like it
before."