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　be　perverse？　But　American　technology　wasn't　that　advanced；　so　he　was　damned　sure　the　Russians'　wasn't。　Probably。　Foley　reminded　himself　that　there　were　smart　people　here；　and　a　lot　of　them　worked　for　KGB。
　　　What　amazed　him　was　that　his　wife　slept　the　sleep　of　the　just；　lying　there　next　to　him。　She　really　was　a　better　field　spook　than　he　was。　She　took　to　it　like　a　seal　to　ocean　water；　chasing　after　her　fish。　But　what　about　the　sharks？　He　supposed　it　was　normal　for　a　man　to　worry　about　his　wife；　however　capable　she　might　be　as　a　spook。　That　was　just　how　men　were　programmed；　as　she　was　programmed　to　be　a　mother。　Mary　Pat　looked　like　an　angel　to　him　in　the　dim　light；　the　cute　little　sleep…smile　she　had；　and　the　way　her　baby…fine　blond　hair　always　got　messed　up　the　instant　she　lay　down　on　the　pillow。　To　the　Russians；　she　was　a　potential　spy；　but　to　Edward　Foley　she　was　his　beloved　wife；　workmate；　and　mother　of　his　child。　It　was　so　strange　that　people　could　be　so　many　different　things；　depending　on　who　looked　at　them；　and　yet　all　were　true。　With　that　philosophical　thought…Christ；　he　did　need　sleep！…Ed　Foley　closed　his　eyes。
　　　〃So；　what　did　he　say？〃　Bob　Ritter　asked。
　　　〃He's　not　terribly　pleased；〃　Judge　Moore　replied；　to　nobody's　surprise。　
　　　〃But　he　understands　that　there's　not　a　hell　of　a　lot　we　can　do　about　it。　He'll　probably　make　a　speech　next　week　about　the　nobility　of　the　workingman；　especially　the　unionized　sort。〃　
　　　〃Good；〃　Ritter　grunted。　〃Let　him　tell　the　air…traffic　controllers。〃　The　DDO　was　the　master　of　the　cheap　shot；　though　he　had　the　good　sense　not　to　say　such　things　in　the　wrong　pany。
　　　〃Where's　the　speech？〃　the　DDI　asked。
　　　〃Chicago；　next　week。　There's　a　large　ethnic　Polish　population　there；〃　Moore　explained。　〃He'll　talk　about　the　shipyard　workers；　of　course；　and　point　out　that　he　once　headed　his　own　union。　I　haven't　seen　the　speech　yet；　but　I　expect　it　will　be　mainly　vanilla；　with　a　few　chocolate　chips　tossed　in。〃
　　　〃And　the　papers　will　say　that　he's　courting　the　blue…collar　vote；〃　Jim　Greer　observed。　Sophisticated　as　they　purported　to　be；　the　newspapers　didn't　catch　on　to　much　until　you　presented　it　to　them　with　french　fries　and　ketchup。　They　were　masters　of　political　discourse；　but　they　didn't　know　shit　about　how　the　real　game　was　played　until　they　were　briefed…in；　preferably　with　single…syllable　words。　〃Will　our　Russian　friends　notice？〃
　　　〃Perhaps。　They　have　good　people　reading　the　tea　leaves　at　the　U。S。…Canada　Institute。　Maybe　someone　will　drop　a　word　en　passant　in　a　casual　conversation　over　at　Foggy　Bottom　that　we　look　upon　the　Polish　situation　with　some　small　degree　of　concern；　since　we　have　so　many　American　citizens　of　Polish　ancestry。　Can't　take　it　much　further　than　that　at　the　moment；〃　Moore　explained。
　　　〃So；　we're　concerned　about　Poland；　but　not　the　Pope　right　now；〃　Ritter　clarified　the　situation。
　　　〃We　don't　know　about　that　yet；　do　we？〃　the　DCI　asked　rhetorically。
　　　〃Won't　they　wonder　why　the　Pope　didn't　let　us　in　on　his　threat。。。？〃
　　　〃Probably　not。　The　wording　of　the　letter　suggests　a　private　munication。〃
　　　〃Not　so　private　that　Warsaw　didn't　forward　it　to　Moscow；〃　Ritter　objected。
　　　〃As　my　wife　likes　to　say；　that's　different；〃　Moore　pointed　out。
　　　〃You　know；　Arthur；　sometimes　this　wheels…inside…of…other…wheels　stuff　gives　me　a　headache；〃　Greer　observed。
　　　〃The　game　has　rules；　James。〃
　　　〃So　does　boxing；　but　those　are　a　lot　more　straightforward。〃
　　　〃　'Protect　yourself　at　all　times；'　〃　Ritter　pointed　out。　〃That's　Rule　Number　One　here；　too。　Well；　we　don't　have　any　specific　warnings　yet；　do　we？〃　Heads　shook　wordlessly。　No；　they　didn't。　〃What　else　did　he　say；　Arthur？〃
　　　〃He　wants　us　to　find　out　if　there's　any　danger　to　His　Holiness。　If　anything　happens　to　him；　our　President　is　going　to　be　seriously　pissed。〃
　　　〃Along　with　a　billion　or　so　Catholics；〃　Greer　agreed。
　　　〃You　suppose　the　Russians　might　contract　the　Northern　Irish　Protestants　to　do　the　hit？〃　Ritter　asked；　with　a　nasty　smile。　〃They　don't　like　him　either；　remember。　Something　for　Basil　to　look　into。〃
　　　〃Robert；　that's　a　little　too　far　off　the　wall；　I　think；〃　Greer　analyzed。　〃They　hate　munism　almost　as　much　as　Catholicism；　anyway。〃
　　　〃Andropov　doesn't　think　that　far　outside　the　box；〃　Moore　decided。　〃Nobody　over　there　does。　If　he　decides　to　take　the　Pope　out；　he'll　use　his　own　assets　and　try　to　be　clever　about　it。　That's　how　we'll　know　if；　God　forbid；　it　goes　that　far。　And　if　it　looks　as　if　he's　leaning　that　way；　we'll　have　to　dissuade　him　from　that　notion。〃
　　　〃It　won't　get　that　far。　The　Politburo　is　too　circumspect；〃　said　the　DDL　〃And　it's　too　unsubtle　for　them。　It's　not　the　sort　of　thing　a　chess　player　does；　and　chess　is　still　their　national　game。〃
　　　〃Tell　that　to　Leon　Trotsky；〃　Ritter　said　sharply。
　　　〃That　was　personal。　Stalin　wanted　to　eat　his　liver　with　onions　and　gravy；〃　Greer　replied。　〃That　was　pure　personal　hatred；　and　it　achieved　nothing　on　the　political　level。〃
　　　〃Not　the　way　Uncle　Joe　looked　at　it。　He　was　genuinely　afraid　of　Trotsky…〃
　　　〃No；　he　wasn't。　Okay；　you　can　say　he　was　a　paranoid　bastard；　but　even　he　knew　the　difference　between　paranoia　and　genuine　fear。〃　Greer　knew　that　statement　was　a　mistake　the　moment　the　words　escaped　his　lips。　He　covered　his　tracks：　〃And　even　if　he　was　afraid　of　the　old　goat；　the　current　crop　isn't　like　that。　They　lack　Stalin's　paranoia　but；　more　to　the　point；　they　lack　his　decisiveness。〃
　　　〃Jim；　you're　wrong。　The　Warsaw　Letter　is　a　potentially　dangerous　threat　to　their　political　stability；　and　they　will　take　that　seriously。〃
　　　〃Robert；　I　didn't　know　you　were　that　religious；〃　Moore　joked。
　　　〃I'm　not；　and　neither　are　they；　but　they　will　be　worried　about　this。　I　think　they　will　be　worried　a　lot。　Enough　to　take　direct　action？　That　I'm　not　sure　of；　but　they　will　damned　well　think　about　it。〃
　　　〃That　remains　to　be　seen；〃　Moore　countered。
　　　〃Arthur；　that　is　my　assessment；〃　the　DDO　shot　back；　and　with　the　A…word；　it　became　serious；　at　least　within　the　cloisters　of　the　Central　Intelligence　Agency。
　　　〃What　changed　your　mind　so　quickly；　Bob？〃　the　Judge　asked。
　　　〃The　more　I　think　about　it；　from　their　point　of　view；　the　more　serious　it　starts　to　look。〃
　　　〃You　planning　anything？〃
　　　That　made　Ritter　a　little　uneasy。　〃It's　a　little　early　to　hit　the　Foleys　with　a　major　tasking；　but　I　am　going　to　send　them　a　heads…up；　at　least　to　get　them　thinking　about　it。〃
　　　This　was　an　operational　question；　on　which　the　others　typically　deferred　to　Bob　Ritter　and　his　field…spook　instincts。　Taking　information　from　an　agent　was　often　simpler　and　more　routine　than　getting　instructions　to　an　agent。　Since　it　was　assumed　that　every　employee　of　the　Moscow　embassy　was　followed　on　a　regular　or　irregular　basis；　it　was　dangerous　to　make　them　do　something　that　looked　spookish。　This　was　especially　true　for　the　Foleys…they　were　so　new　that　they　would　be　tightly　covered。　Ritter　didn't　want　them　blown；　for　the　usual　reasons　and　for　one　other：　His　selection　of　this　husband/wife　team　had　been　a　daring　play；　and　if　it　didn't　work；　it　would　e　back　at　him。　A　high…stakes　poker　player；　Ritter　didn't　like　losing　his　chips　any　more　than　the　next　man。　He　had　very　high　hopes　for　the　Foleys。　He　didn't　want　their　potential　blown　two　weeks　into　their　assignment　in　Moscow。
　　　The　other　two　didn't　ment；　which　allowed　Ritter　to　proceed；　running　his　shop　as　he　saw　fit。
　　　〃You　know；〃　Moore　observed；　with　a　lean…back　into　his　chair；　〃here　we　are；　the　best　and　brightest；　the　best…informed　members　of　this　presidential　administration；　and　we　don't　know　beans　about　a　subject　that　may　turn　out　to　be　of　great　importance。〃
　　　〃True；　Arthur；〃　Greer　agreed。　〃But　we　don't　know　with　considerable　authority。　That's　more　than　anybody　else　can　say；　isn't　it？〃
　　　〃Just　what　I　needed　to　hear；　James。〃　It　meant　that　those　outside　this　building　were　free　to　pontificate；　but　that　these　three　men　were　not。　No；　they　had　to　be　cautious　in　everything　they　said；　because　people　tended　to　view　their　opinions　as　facts…which；　you　learned　up　here　on　the　Seventh　Floor；　they　most　certainly　were　not。　If　they　were　that　good；　they'd　be　doing　something　more　profitable　with　their　lives；　like　picking　stocks。
　　　Ryan　settled　back　into　his　easy　chair　with　a　copy　of　the　Financial　Times。　Most　people　preferred　to　read　it　in　the　morning；　but　not　Jack。　Mornings　were　for　general　news；　to　prepare　him　for　the　workday　at　Century　House…back　home；　he'd　listened　to　news　radio　during　the　hour…or…so　drive；　since　the　intelligence　business　so　often　tracked　the　news。　Here　and　now；　he　could　relax　with　the　financial　stuff。　This　British　paper　wasn't　quite　the　same　as　The　Wall　Street　Journal；　but　the　different　twist　it　put　on　things　was　interesting…it　gave　him　a　new　slant　on　abstract　problems；　to　which　he　could　then　apply　his　American…trained　expertise。　Besides；　it　helped　to　keep　current。　There　were　bound　to　be　financial　opportunities　out　here；　waiting　for　people　to　harvest　them。　Finding　a　few　would　make　this　whole　European　adventure　worth　the　time。　He　still　regarded　his　CIA　sojourn　as　a　side　trip　in　life；　whose　ultimate　destination　was　too　far　off　in　the　haze。　He'd　play　his　cards　one　at　a　time。
　　　〃Dad　called　today；〃　Cathy　said；　perusing　her　medical　journal。　This　was