July 3, 1968
by Amy
Glasses and I are keeping quiet about the office break-in. He directly asked me not to breathe a word of it, so I haven't. Instead, I spent the day looking around to see if anything else was missing. When people turned their backs, I checked to see if our volunteer files were still there; which they were. Our petty cash hasn't been robbed. No other vital things missing. Keys to important locks, equipment - it's all still there.
Glasses asked if, without making it obvious, I could see if someone "borrowed" the missing files. So I checked with Lesley and Bea, the only two others who would've known the location of those files. They said they hadn't taken them anywhere. Maybe Glasses took them home to do some work. I covered and said that they were right. He obviously took them. Forget it.
When everyone finally left, Glasses and I checked the door for evidence of a break-in. There isn't one. No crowbar marks, and the lock doesn't look like it's been picked. We chatted about suspicious volunteers until the conversation turned into gossip.
We don't want to alarm anyone. He thinks that the office bug conversation set everyone on edge anyway. There's no need to talk about break-ins unless someone actually broke-in, and we can't verify it. Both of us think that it might be the Red Squad, but neither of us wants to appear overly paranoid. He would hate to think it was someone who is working for us. Me too.
I think the only way to know if someone is spying on us is to set up a dummy file with false information. He liked the idea and asked me to think about it further.
