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white and bare. "It's the mural. I didn't get a chance to arrange anything. I am sorry." He shut
the door hastily.
They went along further. "But here is one that IS finished," said Izzy. On the door it said:

MULTINATIONAL

Inside, everything was of solid steel. A map of the world spread around all four walls, all
done in facsimiles of different monies.
"There's no President sign on that inside door," said Bang-Bang, and he went to open it.
Revealed to view was an office, very bare, and packing boxes for desks and a mattress in the
corner.
Izzy hastily got the door away from Bang-Bang and closed it. "That's my office," he said.
"But I do have something nice to show you now."
He led them down a hall and they came to an imposing door at the end. "I was able to get this
finished. I knew how important it was."
There was no sign as such on the door. But there was a picture of a modern Boeing airliner.
"You see?" said Izzy. "Kind of hidden. That's a JET! Are you pleased?"
"You mean this is my office?" said Heller.
Izzy opened the door.
A vast suite was before them, done in the most modern design. Side doors opened off it. A
huge white desk sat before the windows. And from the big windows one could view the whole
panoramic sweep of lower Manhattan. Impressive!
Heller went over and tried the big, white chair. He fiddled with some drawers. He lifted the
white phones
and found them live. He went over to some recessed cabinets and checked them. Then he noticed
the white shag rug was so thick he was sinking in it to his ankles.
"I know you will want to add your personal touches," said Izzy, "so it's sort of bare."
Heller said, "It's great! A Fleet Admiral couldn't ask for better! What are the side doors?"
Izzy went over, opening one. "They're your own bathroom and shower. A little day room to rest
in." He opened another, "A secretary's boudoir." And the last one, "Golf clubs and things. But
come along. I won't bore you with all the other corporations. But I do have to show you the
communications room."
He led them down a hall and, as they passed doors, Heller noted that Hong Kong, Singapore,
London, Switzerland, Liechtenstein and the Bahamas all seemed to be represented.
Izzy opened a door on a mass of telex equipment, telephones and electronic calculators. A
young man was sitting at a telex machine typing out a message.
"This," said Izzy, "is all hooked up and ready to roll. We can get in reports of exchange
values of currencies anywhere in the world. The bank accounts are ready to function and so are the
brokers. By buying a currency in one place and selling it in another where it is higher priced, we
can send money whizzing around the world making money. Every hour this equipment sits here idle is
costing us a fortune."



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"So why is it idle?" said Heller.
"No money to start," said Izzy. "Now downstairs," he glanced at his watch, "a Brinks Armored
Truck will draw up in about ten minutes. It will take you home and you can have the guards