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moment, then said: "How about calling Gayden, for a
        start?" Bill Gayden, whose name was so similar to Bill Gaylord's, was
        president of EDS World and Paul's immediate boss. As soon as this news
        reaches Dallas, Bill thought, these Iranian jokers will see what happens
        when EDS really gets into gear.
        Paul hung up and Bill took his turn on the phone. He dialed the U.S.
        Embassy and asked for the Consul General.
        "Goelz? This is Bill Gaylord. We've just been arrested, and bail has been
        set at thirteen million dollars."
    "How did that happen?"
        Bill was infuriated by Goelz's calm, measured voice. "You arranged this
        meeting and you told us we could leave afterward!"
    "I'm sure, if you've done nothing wrong-"
    "What do you mean ip. " Bill shouted.
        "I'll have someone down at the jail as soon as possible," Goelz said.
    Bill hung up.
        The two Iranians who had been hanging about in the corridor 0 day came in.
        Bill noticed they were big and burly, and realized they must be
        plain-clothes policemen.
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        Abolhasan said: "Dadgar said it would not be necessary to handcuff YOU. 11
    Paul said: "Gee, thanks."
        Bill suddenly recalled the stories he had heard about the torturing of
        prisoners in the Shah's jails. He tried not to think about it.
        Abolhasan said: "Do you want to give me your briefcases and wallets?"
    They handed them over. Paul kept back a hundred dollars.
    To you know where the jail is?" Paul asked Abolhasan.
        'You're going to a Temporary Detention Facility at the Ministry of Justice
        on Khayyam Street."
        -Get back to Bucharest fast and give Lloyd Briggs all the details. "
    "Sure.
        One of the plain-clothes policemen held the door open. Bill looked at Paul.
        Paul shrugged.
    They went out.
        The policemen escorted them downstairs and into a little car. "I guess
        we'll have to stay in jail for a couple of hours," Paul said. "It'll take
        that long for the Embassy and EDS to get people down there to bail us out."
    'They might be there already," Bill said optimistically.
        The bigger of the two policemen got behind the wheel. His colleague sat
        beside him in the front. They pulled out of the courtyard and onto
        Eisenhower Avenue, driving fast. Suddenly they turned into a narrow one-way
        street, heading the wrong way at top speed. Hill clutched the seat in front
        of him. They swerved in and out, dodging the cars and buses coming the
        other way, other drivers honking and shaking their fists.
        They headed south and slightly east. Bill thought ahead to their arrival at
        the jail. Would people from EDS or the Embassy be there to negotiate a
        reduction in the bail so that they could go home instead of to a cell?
        Surely the Embassy staff would be outraged at what Dadgar had done.
        Ambassador Sullivan would intervene to get them released at once. After
        all, it was iniquitous to put two Americans in an Iranian jail when no
        crime had '6een committed and then set bail at thirteen million dollars.
        The whole situation was ridiculous.
        Except that here he was, sitting in the back of this car, silently looking
        out of the windows and wondering what would happen next.
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        As they went farther south, what he saw through the window frightened him
        even more.
        In the north of the city, where the Americans lived and worked, riots and
        fighting were still an occasional phenomenon, but here-Bill now
        realized--4hey must be continuous. The black hulks of burned buses
        smoldered in the streets. Hundreds of demonstrators were running riot,
        yelling and chanting, setting fires and building barricades.