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Now Eugene Dazzy appeared and told him it was time. They were waiting for him in the Cabinet Room.
When Ke
Two pure– white-light chandeliers bleached the rich brown of the table, glistened the black of the leather chairs, six to each side of the table, and more chairs along the back of the far wall. And there were other sconces of white light that shone from the walls. Next to the two windows that opened to the Rose Garden were two flags, the striped flag of the United States and the flag of the President, a field of deep blue filled with pale stars.
Ke
It was the CIA chief, Theodore Tappey, who gave the briefing. Tappey, who had once been head of the FBI, was not flamboyant or politically ambitious.
And had never exceeded the CIA charter with risky, illegal or empire-building schemes. He had a great deal of credit with Ke
"In the few hours we had, we've come up with some hard information," Tappey said. "The killing of the Pope was carried out by an all-Italian cadre. The hijacking of Theresa's plane was done by a mixed team led by an Arab who goes by the name Yabril. The fact that both incidents happened on the same day and originated in the same city seems to be coincidence. Which, of course, we must always mistrust."
Ke
Tappey said quickly and firmly, "No. That's an odd circumstance in itself."
Ke
"What countries will help us?"
The Secretary said, "Everyone-the other Arab states are horrified, they despise the idea of your daughter being held hostage. It offends their sense of honor and also they think of their own custom of the blood feud.
They believe they ca
Britain and Israel can't help-they are not trusted. But until the hijackers make their demands we're sort of in limbo."
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Christian said, "It may be too early. Or they have another card to play."
The Cabinet Room was eerie in silence; in the blackness of the many high heavy chairs the white sconces of light on the walls turned the skin of the people in the room into a very light gray. Ke
After a time Ke
"Gentlemen," he said, "I must tell you I don't believe in coincidence. I don't believe the Pope of the Roman Catholic Church can be murdered on the same day in the same city that the daughter of the President of the United States is kidnapped."
Adam Gresse and Henry Tibbot had put aside Easter Sunday as a day of work.
Not on their scientific projects but on cleaning up all traces of their crime. In their apartment, they bundled up all their old newspapers from which they had cut letters to compose their message. They vacuumed to remove the tiny fragments of scissored papers. They even got rid of the scissors and glue. They washed down the walls. Then they went to their university workshop to get rid of all the tools and equipment they had used to construct their bomb. It did not occur to them to turn on the television until their task was completed. When they heard the news of the killing of the Pope and the kidnapping of the President's daughter, they looked at each other and smiled. Adam Gresse said, "Henry, I think our time has come."
It was a long Easter Sunday. The White House was filling up with staff perso
Outside, the streets were congested with traffic. Newspaper and TV reporters were flocking into Washington. Government staff workers had been called to their desks despite its being Easter. And Christian Klee had ordered a thousand extra men from the Secret Service and the FBI to provide additional protection for the White House.
The telephone traffic in the White House increased in volume. There was bedlam, people rushing to and fro from the White House to the Executive Office Building. Eugene Dazzy tried to bring everything under control.
The rest of that Sunday in the White House consisted of Ke
Late Sunday night the President's staff had di
Finally, Ke
Another Secret Service man trailed behind. They both knew that the
President hated to take the elevators in the White House.
The top of the stairs opened into a lounge, which held a communications desk and two more Secret Service men. When he passed through that lounge,
Ke
What Ke
It was part of his overall plan to keep the President free from all harm, part of the intricate shield Christian had woven around Francis Ke
When Christian had put this wrinkle into the security system he had briefed the special platoon of Secret Service men and women. "You're going to be the best goddamn personal servants in the world, and you can go straight from here and get a job in Buckingham Palace. You already know your first duty is to take any bullets thrown at the President. But it will be as much your duty to make the private life of the President comfortable."