Chapter 10

"Never mind," Malone said. "Never mind. I'm glad you told me, Chief. I'll get to work on it right away, and--" "You do that, Malone," Burris said. "And stop calling me Chief! Do I look like an Indian? Do I have feathers in my hair?" "Anything," Malone said grandly, "is possible." He broke the connection in a hurry. III The summer sun beat down on the white city of Washington, D. C. as if it had mistaken its instructions slightly, and was convinced that the city had been put down somewhere in the Sahara. The sun see…