Obviously. The message itself said as much. But if somehow there'd been a mistake, a record overlooked, Taylor would know, and would-- _But who else would know? At a glance, who else would know? And then how much would Taylor dare?_ For one of the rare times in his life, Steele was frightened to his core. "Colonel Steele, sir!" Major Zukow snapped a perfunctory salute, put himself at rest and lowered his towering square-cut body into a laxerchair. The healthy pink in his broad face and the purposefulness in the set of his clean-cut features made him look younger than he was, and the close-cropped black hair was like an added insigne of his profession to his perfectly-fitted uniform."You'd better take a look at this, Georgi. And then we've got to get things moving." Steele handed the order across his desk. He waited while Zukow read. He watched Zukow's face. It seemed to gradually coagulate. And when he was finished, Steele said, "Now find us on there!"
"But I don't--anything else, any other details? Is this--?"
"It's as true as the leaves on your shoulders, Major. And that's all there is, so far. Grady will be in with anything else when and if it should come. Well? What are you thinking?"
"Thinking? If this damned thing isn't some criminal joke, there's no thinking to it, Colonel. We just _go_, period. I'll get--"
"Just a minute. Did you try to find us on there? What do you make of that?"
"A mistake. Some clerical mistake, that's all. What else could be made of it? On an order like this?"
Steele shifted in his swivel-seat, and a neglected spring squawked its protest. "Suppose," he began slowly, "it was a mistake, Major. But Taylor put his name to it anyway, just the way it is. Now, do you think he'd be _likely_ to miss such an error?"
Zukow hesitated, a scowl corrugating his wide forehead. "No I don't think so, but whether he was likely to or not hasn't anything to do with it. The mistake was made--he didn't catch it, but he signed it, sent it, and it means us like all the rest of 'em, period!"
"I think he caught it, Major."
"What do you--"
"I mean just that. He caught it. _And still signed it!_"
"Colonel, don't be crazy! With a gun in his back--"
"Just the point. The people holding the gun would of course have grabbed the records as a check against Taylor's written command. It's the only way they'd have of knowing what was what. They'd do all they could to make sure they were given the complete works, of course, but ultimately, they'd have to trust Taylor--trust his fear of their terrible power and staggering advantage. Only--let's say there _was_ a mistake. One way for it to be caught. Taylor--he'd know at a glance--the one man who would. And he still signed it!"
"Nuts, Colonel, nuts! What you are suggesting is absolute nonsense. With the lives of 

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