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Bryce Ogilvie, managing partner of Ogilvie, Spofford, Crawford and Cohen, prided himself on his
self-disciplineThat was to say, not merely the outward appearance of composure, but the cold
calm he forced upon his deepest fears in times of crisisHowever, when he arrived at his office
barely fifty minutes ago and found his concealed private telephone ringing, he had experienced a
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that void in his chestAnd when he had mildly objected to the suddenness of the proposed,
unscheduled conference, the pain in his chest had burst into fire, the flames traveling up to his
throat at the Soviet’s reply: “What I have to show you will make you devoutly wish we never knew
each other, much less had any occasion to meet this morningBe there!”
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Gates! The mere thought of that son of a bitch was a welcome diversionMedusa had asked a
minor favor of the celebrated Gates, an inconsequential, perfectly acceptable staff appointment on
an ad hoc government-oriented commission, and he had not even answered their phone calls! Calls
put through by another perfectly acceptable source, the supposedly irreproachable, impartial head
of Pentagon procurements, an asshole named General Norman Swayne, who only wanted the best
informationWell, perhaps more than information, but Gates could not have known about that
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The limousine pulled up to the curb in front of the Carlyle Hotel, once the Kennedy family’s
favored New York City address, now the temporary clandestine favorite of the SovietsOgilvie
waited until the uniformed doorman opened the left rear door of the car before he stepped out onto
the pavementHe normally would not have done so, believing the delay was an unnecessary
affectation, but this morning he did; he had to get hold of himselfHe had to be the Ice-Cold
Ogilvie his legal adversaries feared
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the Soviet consul general, a slender man of medium height whose aquiline face had taut white skin
and large brown eyes
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professor of history at Moscow University, a committed Marxist, yet oddly enough, considering his
position, not a member of the Communist PartyIn truth, he was not a member of any political
orthodoxy, preferring the passive role of the unorthodox individual within a collectivist society
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