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At 5:54, Stephen Greer parked his car
in the Burning Tree parking lot,
walked to the locker room, changed
his clothes (but not his shoes),
picked up his clubs, and went out onto
the course. Ten minutes later, the
clubs were abandoned at
Hole No. 4, and of the man himself,
there was not a trace-anywhere! ...
by Fletcher Knebel
^ We were three for lunch in the long,
cool room: Stephen Greer, Miguel Loo-
mis, and I. Greer motioned me to the oak
c:iair on his left. That put Miguel on
Greer's right at the heavy oak table, an
unobtrustive bit of protocol that appeared
to elude young Miguel.
Although I had known Stephen Greer
fairly well for some years, this was the
first time that I had been invited to lunch
in the law-firm's private dining room in
the Ring Building. The conditioned air
provided a haven from Washington's late
August heat, which stewed on the side-
walks and soft macadam of Connecticut
Avenue seven stories below.
Only the intricate web of politics could
bring the White House press secretary
and Stephen Greer, a prominent attorney
and close friend of President Paul Roude-
bush, to this table to listen to a young
physicist who had just passed his twenty-
fifth birthday. Greer and I had canceled
other luncheon appointments to meet
here. That was a fascinating aspect of
politics, simple enough if one knew the
pattern, incomprehensible if one did not.
The key at this lunch was Miguel's
father, Bernard Loomis. He was a blunt,
flinty character, a phenomenal fund-
raiser for our party in California and thus
a man who could expect any reasonable
favor from the administration.
Miguel, who had a master's degree in
physics, was spending a year in Wash-
ington on a fellowship at the Atomic En-
ergy Commission as part of his work to-
ward a doctorate.
"O.K., Mike," Greer said.
"Well," said Miguel, "you know I came
here in June after getting my master's at
Cal. Tech. There are five other men on fel-
lowships in my section, all working on
Ph.D.s as I am. The idea is to familiarize
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mission works. Anyway, I was surprised "I don't see why this concerns us, White House and entered the west wing
to learn that two of the fellowship men Mike," said Greer. lobby, exchanging a few words with the
not only get paid by the AEC, as I am, "I think a lot of young physicists are newspapermen sitting on the green
but also by another organization being secretly subsidized by the CIA," leather lounges.
called ..." Miguel said, "and I think that's a hell When I draped my coat on the back
"Whoa!" Greer held up a hand. of a sorry business and I think Presi- of my office swivel chair, Jill's hair, as
"Back up a minute. Who's paid by dent Roudebush ought to knock it off." usual, was enfolding the telephone, and
whom?" "What makes you think it's the she was whispering into the mouthpiece.
"These six fellowships are AEC Agency?" asked Greer. How to explain Jill Nichols? She had
grants, paid directly by the commission. "It squares with the way the CIA has been whispering into that same phone
But two of the six of us also get extra been known to operate." for more than three years. Once we
money-a good deal of it, seventy-five "Assuming what you say is correct," counted the calls for a week and found
hundred a year-from the Spruance asked Greer, "what's wrong with Cen- she murmured, "Mr. Culligan's office,"
Foundation." tral Intelligence subsidizing young ninety-three times a day.
"What foundation?" asked Greer. physicists?" Jill's hairdo was ridiculous. Her hair
"Spruance," said Miguel. "I'm a physicist, damn it," said Mi- was blond, trimmed in severe bangs,
"I never heard of it," I said. guel. His dark face flushed. "We're straight to her shoulders. She was
"I went to both of the men and trained to follow the truth wherever it twenty-four years old, but she resem-
asked them about it. One guy said the leads, in a laboratory at Cal. Tech or in bled one of those teen-age girls who
Spruance Foundation was an outfit that Moscow or Bucharest. We have to trust wear black boots and white stockings
wanted to attract more bright, young one another. How would you feel, if and talk obscurely about being unable
fellows into physics by offering larger you were a leading physicist, if you to "relate" to anyone. She came to the
rewards. If I was interested, he said, found out that your young assistant on press office right out of Swarthmore.
he'd send one of the Spruance repre- an experiment was really there to spy I could not fire her because she was
sentatives around to talk to me. A cou- on you?" tormentingly efficient, somewhat like a
ple of weeks later, a man of about "But if Spruance is really Agency clock that strikes regularly on the
forty-five or fifty, a good-looking guy, money, the purpose must be in the na- wrong hour, and, more important, I
obviously well educated, called on me tional interest," said Greer. was in love with her. I say "in love" be-
one night at the apartment. He said he "Just because it's the Government, cause I was not sure whether I loved
was from Spruance and he had a prop- it's in the national interest?" asked Mi- her. I was thirty-eight-or fourteen
osition that might appeal to me for guel. "What business does the CIA have years older than Jill-and had no han-
what he called `patriotic motives.' All infiltrating the ranks of science? You kering to become known as the poor
I really had to do for my money was to can defend that kind of spook business man's William O. Douglas. Also, those
listen and remember what I heard if you want to, but I think it stinks." fourteen years could have been three
about international developments and Greer ate slowly for several minutes, generations between us. I was a political
international ties of physicists. If I then pushed his chair back from the p.r. man. Jill's world teemed with art
heard of some new line of work in It- table. "Mike," he said, "if what you shows, introspective novels by Yugo-
aly, or Israel or Russia, I was to report surmise is true, I'd be inclined to agree slavs and Chileans, classic Spanish
it. Also, Spruance wanted the names of with you. Right off, I see no earthly guitar, vacations at unknown islands,
American physicists who worked with reason why the Agency should be us- and off-beat friends who spent their
foreign scientists, visited them socially, ing young physicists as a front for one time groping for identity. Jill's best
or traveled a lot." of the Agency's `black' operations. friend was her roommate, Butter
"Did he give a name?" asked Greer. Gene? What do you think?" Nygaard. In her spare time, Butter
"Yes," said Miguel. "Smith. The next "Ditto," I said. Ever since my days twisted iron into pornographic shapes
day I went up to the Library of Con- in newspaper city rooms, I had taken a and smoked pot.
gress and looked up Spruance in the dim view of the CIA. Now the Agency I didn't understand Jill, but she fas-
directory of tax-exempt foundations. It was a colossus, and some of the things cinated me. I saw her as many nights as
isn't listed and never has been. I looked I had learned about it since arriving at I could, and sometimes, when Butter
up 'Spruance Foundation' in the Wash- the White House more than three years was making the scene somewhere, I
ington phone book. No listing. I tried ago increased my misgivings. spent the night at Jill's apartment in
the New York directory, and saw a "Just what do you want us to do?" Georgetown. I felt guilty at times for
listing for 'Spruance Foundation' at an Greer asked Miguel. monopolizing Jill and keeping her off
East Thirty-eighth Street address in New "I hoped," said Miguel, "that you the marriage market, but she said that
York City. So this Monday I went up could persuade the President to order was her worry.
there. Spruance was on the third floor. the CIA to drop the Spruance subsidy "How's Miguel?" asked Jill. "Butter
It turned out the 'foundation' was just of physicists." would like to see more of him. She calls
one room, dirty windows, a filing cabi- "Why don't you let Gene and me him the Aztec Apollo. Butter says he
net, and a girt at a typewriter who huddle over this and figure out the best has the most beautiful body she ever
didn't seem to have much to do. When way to approach the President," Greer saw."
I asked her who the officers were, she said. "In the meantime, you just go "I didn't know she saw that much of
said there was only one, a Mr. Maury ahead with your work at the AEC." it," I said. Then I told Jill about the
Rimmel of Washington." "O.K., Mr. Greer." Miguel arose at meeting with Greer and Loomis. What
"Maury Rimmel," repeated Greer, his place. "I'll just wait to hear from Jill heard, she did not repeat.
"I know Maury. He's a lobbyist around you. And thanks." I had my own backed-up calls to re-
town. Plays golf out at Burning Tree." turn and I worked until three-thirty,
I SAID GOODBYE to Steve. He had seen when the President informed me on the
MIGUEL NODDED. "I saw Rimmel. He the President two nights ago, on Tues- green phone that he was ready for me.
was vague. He said Spruance was a day, he said, and it was unfortunate he r~
group of public-spirited businessmen, had not known then about Miguel's THE THOUGHT that invariably struck
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Roudebush looked li P6 IFtQFTRe1MW1005'/08/22 : CIA-RDP88-0135bADDD2b0740001-2
was tall and big-framed, yet with little "Neither am I," I said. "Sure, I'll be "Is Steve there?"
excess poundage and no paunch. His glad to stay. I'd like to put my oar in." "Is he supposed to be here?"
thick hair, once black, was now almost And so it was that I was working late
all gray. He was a plain man at core. that night on the second floor of the
His mental processes were uncompli- west wing when I received the puzzling
cated. He became angry, openly, but he
seldom brooded. He reached decisions
with relsonlhle seed --1 he --steel
telephone call from Mrs. Susannah
Greer, Steve's wife.
p little time bewailing his errors. Wj
VV HEN SUSANNAH GREER RETURNED
There was a naive quality about him to the old brick house on Brookside
that I am sure the voters sensed and Drive in Kenwood about six o'clock
found appealing. He believed in prog- that evening, she remembered it was
ress, in man's ability to improve his own Thursday, Steve's day for after-work
nature, and in a bundle of allied con- golf, for last night had been his Wednes-
cepts from the American ethic heritage day Potomac Study Club night. He usu-
that I had long since soured on. ally arrived from Burning Tree, Wash-
When I entered his office, he put ington's all-male golf course, about
down a paper he was reading, and seven-thirty.
pushed his spectacles up. But tonight, seven-thirty came, and
"What are the boys worrying about then eight, and finally eight-thirty, with-
today?" out him. Reluctantly, she dialed the
I ticked off a half-dozen items. Au- telephone number of Burning Tree.
gust had been placid for the Roudebush "This is Mrs. Stephen Greer. I'd like
administration, the minority party n-ak- to speak to my husband please, if he's
ing most of the headlines with its Hous- still there."
ton convention and the nomination of "I'll switch you to the bar." The line
Governor Stanley Wolcott of Illinois as stuttered a moment, then a heavy voice
the candidate to oppose Roudebush at said: "Nineteenth hole."
the November election. "This is Mrs. Stephen Greer. May I
The President said: "I got a phone speak to Mr. Greer please?"
call from Steve. He told me about Mi- "Oh, Sue. This is Maury Rimmel."
guel Loomis's problem and said you'd The voice had a whiskey heartiness.
supply the details." "Steve isn't here. Just Joe Hopkinson
I told him about the luncheon meet- and myself, finishing up a gin game."
ing in Steve Greer's office and Miguel "I was trying to locate Steve."
Loomis's suspicions. "Hey, Joe." Rimmel was talking
"Spruance," the President said, test- across the room. "When did Steve
ing the word. "Physicists. Is that name Greer finish up?"
familiar to you, Gene?" The answer was indistinct to Sue.
"No. sir. I never heard of it before." Then Rimmel said: "We don't remem-
He sat quietly, thinking, for a mo- her seeing Steve since we saw him at
ment. "Gene, if this is a CIA operation, number one about six. Why don't I go
I know nothing about it. I want to hear see if his car is still in the lot."
what Arthur has to say." He flipped the It was five minutes before Rimmel
key on his intercom box that connected returned to the phone. "Look, Sue, the
with Grace Lalley, his secretary. car's still out in the parking lot, but
"Grace, please call Arthur Ingram and Steve's nowhere around the clubhouse.
set up an appointment here for 4:30 Joe and l checked his locker and we
tomorrow. Thanks." The President set- found his suit hanging in there. On the
tled back in his chair. "1 want you in other hand, his golf shoes are in the
here, too," he said. locker too. Then Joe remembered that
Roudebush had inherited Arthur Vic- when we saw Steve at the first tee, he
tor Ingram from the previous adminis- was wearing his street shoes."
tration. Ingram's following was so "And nobody's seen him since six?"
strong and influential that to dismiss She was upset now. "Could something
him would be to provoke instant battle. have happened to him out on the
Private dining rooms in the CIA's se- course?"
eluded fortress in wooded Langley, Vir- "Tell you what, Sue. Joe and I'll get
ginia, were the scenes of weekly dinners a cart and a flashlight and have a look
where congressmen were served deftly around."
filtered secrets of the intelligence Susannah Greer slowly replaced the
agency along with the prime ribs and receiver, aware that anxiety was flood-
strawberry mousse. Ingram's command ing the initial flowering of relief. The
suites and those of his deputy director golf bag . . . the golf shoes and the
occupied most of the top floor on the street clothes in Steve's locker. Could
front side of the building which he have been summoned suddenly to
stretched as long as an aircraft carrier. the White House?
I arose to leave and the President She walked swiftly to the hall tele-
said: "Gene, I hope you won't mind phone and dialed 465-1414.
staying late tonight. I'd like you to sit "Hello." It was the raspy voice of
"He was supposed to be home at
seven-thirty and I haven't heard from
him."
"Let me give the agent on the night
detail a ring. Maybe Steve's with the
President." A minute dragged by. "No,"
said Culligan. "Steve hasn't been around
tonight. I had lunch with him this noon,
and he mentioned he was swamped."
"Oh," said Sue. "Thanks, Gene."
Sue walked slowly back to the living
room, her arms folded against the night
chill. The phone rang. She wheeled and
ran to the hall again.
"Mrs. Greer?" asked an unfamiliar
male voice.
"Yes. This is Susannah Greer."
"Mrs. Greer, I have a message for
you. I will read it slowly: Quote. Dear-
est Sue: Please don't worry, Cubby.
Have faith in me. I'll return when I
can, but may take time. I love you. Un-
quote."
"Who is this?" But in mid-question
she heard the telephone click at the
other end.
THE FIRST BLUE-STREAK EDITION Of
the Friday, August 27, Washington
Evening Star carried a three-column
photograph of Stephen Greer on page
one. The story ran a column on the
front page and four more inside.
The article disclosed the disappear-
ance of Greer, a five-hour search of the
Burning Tree Club grounds by police,
and the surmise of Chief Thad Wilson,
of the Metropolitan Police, that Greer
probal ly walked off the course about 8
P.M. Thursday. The writer said that
Miguel Loomis, a young friend of the
family, had been enlisted as a liaison
man between Mrs. Greer and the press.
The article reported the widespread
police opinion that Greer had disap-
peared voluntarily.
Stephen Byfield Greer is regarded as one
of the leading attorneys of the District of
Columbia bar and is a senior partner in
the prominent firm of Greer, Hilstrater,
Tomlin & DeLuca. He has practiced law
here since his graduation, third in his class,
from Columbia University Law School.
The disappearance, unless quickly re-
solved, could have national implications
in view of the upcoming presidential cam-
paign. President Paul Roudebush is slated
to open his campaign for re-election
eleven days hence with a Labor Day
speech in Chicago. Gov. Stanley Wolcott
of Illinois, the opposition candidate nomi-
nated at the recent Houston convention,
will kick off his campaign the same day
in Detroit's Cadillac Square.
Greer has been close to President
Roudebush since the President's terms in
the Senate and was an adviser during the
successful Roudebush presidential cam-
paign.
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ward his colleague on the right.
"What do you make of this
hii iness Moffat asked.
"Its a puzzler." said the other senator.
"A close Iriend of it President of the
United States doesn't disappear at the
outset ref a presidential campaign unless
he's in had trouble." agreed Moffat.
I I otOKI a :sr MY NOTES on the square.
lined pad. \ dozen items all began Stith
the saute symbol: G. We were nearing
the cud of one of the most hectic days
in months.
"Let's get them in here. Jill.' I said.
Jill s desk looked like a typhoon had
swept it \s ever, she was whispering
into the telephone. The long hair
dripped to her shoulders. She hrushed
at the hair. finished her low conversa-
tion. moved across the room. straight-
ened its desk sign. syhich read simply,
"('ulligan .. and planted a print kiss on
my torehe,al.
She walked with her sinuous. bone-
less flow. Opening the door. she called.
"Press'" in that fey yoke of a child.
then stepped hack quickly to asoid the
surging tide of journalism.
tile newsmen swarmed around my
desk. The normal contingent of thirty
White House regulars had swelled to
more than a hundred men and women.
"NO announcements," I said. "..wept
that the President is keeping all ap-
poinrtuents on the list." ( Arthur In-
granl's 4:.ti) call was off-the-record and
thus had not been posted.) ''So let's go
to questions.'.
"Greer. What else.'" said Daye Paul-
ick. who wrote and edited D.P,'.r Dus-
tirr, ;a newsletter of tiff -thousand cir-
culation which specialized in uncorking
Washington scandals.
"\\e don't know an\ more about the
situation than you do. Dace. I he presi-
dent is following the police reports as
they conic in. We know. naturally. that
Stephen Urger has disappeared. Beyond
that, we're stymied...
"Il.s the President spoken
Greer:'..
Yes. tie expressed his concern
Airs. Greer and. of course. olfered
help in an\ was he call."
THE Q('r.STiONS 1`1 1 sin for another five
minutes while Jill stood with her hack
to the door. guardian n} mph of the
exit. IL d the FBI been called in? No.
So far to indication of a violation of
federal law. What was Greer advising
on currently? General policy. Had
Greer ever been to a psychiatrist? Don't
know, but think implications of ques-
tion are out of order. Had any tips been
phoned to the White House'.' Yes. Mostly
cranks, but the Secret Sersice recorded
them al and passed on a few leads to
the police.
Jill. -muting heatificalls. opened the
door. f he herd stampeded to the lobby.
Her pale lipstick against white skin
made her appear unusually delicate in
the mile crush of bodies.
Jill chased the door and turned to me.
''Ilao,_ I told you today that I'm very
fond of sou?-
"You sound like my kid sister.''
"'I ell me more at nn" place tonight.
Butter has it date. Right?"
"Right."
I watched as she
padded swivel chair.
'h he buzzer on nn green phone. my
direct line to the President's office, set
off it low, steady drone. Grace Lalley
said: '*.Arthur Ingram's waiting. The
President says he'd like you in here, if
you've f nished with the newsmen."
Arthr.r Ingram was already seated in
the oral office when I entered. He
nodded to nie curtly. I thought. The
No. I ntelligence man was immacu-
lately groomed as always, his trousers
sharply creased and his crossed feet
shod in cordovans with a gleaming pol-
ish. Ing-anl held his rimless spectacles
in his hands. The narrow. tanned face
wore an expression of wary confidence.
Ingram was an adroit, intense. aloof
mtan. fit" personality traits were the op-
posite of Roudehush's candor. forth-
rightnes, and warmth.
the President was leaning hack in his
chair. I sensed it tension in the room.
"Hale it Chair, Gene." he said. "I've
merely told Arthur that I wanted to dis-
cuss the Agency's operations among
scientist,. Why don't Nita just sketch the
alfair as you did for tile yesterday."
"Yes. sir." I said. "Yesterday noon I
and %1i_ucl Loomis, the son of the Edu-
cational Micro president, had luncheon
in the Rine Building With Steve Greer."
I tole the story as Miguel related it
the day hefore. adding for Ingram's
benefit a few words ahout the political
inlporta ice of Miguel's father. Barney.
\\'hen finished. Ingranl's eves left
mine aid went inquiringly to those of
the President.
"Well. Arthur," said the President in
him"'' it lcasant tone, "what about it?"
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''Look. Gene. can't we quote soil di-
rect sonrehosv on just how the President
is taking this.''"
I glanced at the note pad. "You can
quote raie directly on this one thing.
Quote. President Roudehush is deeply
concerned. Stephen Greer is one of his
best friends as well as a trusted, it unot-
ficial. adviser. Naturally. therefore. the
President's concern is a personal One
and he looks torward to an early sOlu-
tion. 1 nquote.'
"When did the President last talk to
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rect as far as it goes. mr is a the
atomic scientists' project last fall and
used the Spruance Foundation as a
conduit for funds."
"Does this project have an Agency
name?"
"Yes," said Ingram. He colored
slightly. "Operation Flycatcher."
"And why was I not informed of
this?" asked the President.
"Because of our quite explicit under-
standing at our first session after you
took office," said Ingram swiftly. "You
said you wanted to be consulted on
broad policy, on major new undertak-
ings of a sensitive nature, but that you
could not and would not deal in day-to-
day details of Agency operation."
"Is Operation Flycatcher confined to
young men, or have you also tried to
recruit some older nuclear scientists?"
"So far," said Ingram, "we have con-
fined it to men working on masters' and
doctors' degrees. We hope, of course,
that many of these men will continue to
serve the Agency throughout their ca-
reers."
"Who is this Mr. Rimmel, who heads
Spruance for you?" asked the President.
"A Maury Rimmel is a member at
Burning Tree, the one who searched for
Steve last night. Is that the man?"
"Yes, sir. A number of businessmen
cooperate with us, as you know, some
without compensation, some for a fee.
Rimmel is paid a fee."
It occurred to me that Ingram would
find it quite handy to have a man on a
CIA retainer circulating at Burning
Tree. The implication was Machiavel-
lian, of course, and I wondered if I
were being overly suspicious.
R OUDEBUSH AROSE, pushed his hands
into his coat pockets, and walked to the
French doors. He stood for a moment,
gazing at the back of a Secret Service
man on duty on the outside walkway.
"Arthur," he said when he turned to
us again, "why isn't it possible to obtain
the same information you get from the
young scientists via normal embassy
and Agency channels?"
"I just don't believe we'd get the
same kind of result," said Ingram.
The President returned to his desk.
"The CIA wouldn't be exactly crippled
if we ended this operation?"
"Crippled, no." Ingram flushed under
his tan. "Handicapped, yes."
"Suppose I had a son, and suppose
he, as a young physicist, had been ap-
proached by your people. What would
my son say to me when he found out
that the CIA was infiltrating the ranks
of his colleagues? I think if I were in
Miguel Loomis's shoes, I'd be just as
disturbed as he is."
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catcher dismantled," said Ingram.
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down."
"Good," said the President. "I appre-
ciate your cooperation, Arthur."
Ingram arose and folded his unused
glasses into the leather case at his breast
pocket. "I'm sorry about Stephen
Greer," he said. "I know it must be a
shock to you, Mr. President. If the
Agency can help in any way, please call
me at once."
"Thank you, Arthur. For the mo-
ment, I think we should let the police
handle the case."
As Roudebush walked Ingram to the
door, he indicated by a nod that I was
to remain. He returned to sit on the
corner of his desk. "Gene," he said,
"can you give me one good reason why
Ingram should be using graduate stu-
dents in physics as servants of the
Agency?"
"Frankly, Mr. President, in my book
that Spruance-Flycatcher operation is a
crude, cynical business."
He nodded. "The whole CIA has got-
ten out of hand. Subsidizing intellectu-
als and labor leaders, buying up univer-
sity research brains, fomenting revolu-
tions, clandestine paramilitary opera-
tions-a whole ball of wax that was
never contemplated when the Agency
was set up to gather vital information
abroad." He paused. "Follow this CIA
situation, Gene. Make notes of what I
tell you."
THERE WAS A KNOCK on the door.
Grace Lalley tucked her head into the
room. "I think you may want to take
this one, Mr. President," she said. "It's
from Police Chief Wilson about Mr.
Greer." The President answered the
phone.
He listened a moment, then said as
he hung up: "'A ten-year-old boy who
lives on Burdette Road says he saw a
man being helped into a car last night a
little after eight o'clock near the Burn-
ing Tree fence. He thinks that altogether
there were a total of three men at the
car."
"I suppose that means the FBI," I
said.
Roudebush looked up quickly. "You
mean kidnapping. Yes, I suppose it does
raise that possibility. I'd better call
Deskowicz."
I stood up. "If the FBI comes into it,
I'd appreciate a call. I couldn't hold out
on the boys on that one."
"Of course not," he said. "I'll get to
you in a few minutes."
As I entered my office, Jill handed
me a yellow sheet, torn from the UPI
ticker.
UPI-184
(Greer-Finance)
New York: Stocks broke sharply today in
1 do. Roudebush s'roved For R&e `'4602 0 ?$1'22$-I4 I.0 l
Ili
ARNOLD CONSTABLE HENGERERS
New York Buffalo
CONTEMPO CASUALS TAILORED GIRL
Los Angeles Chicago
w onBINenNe PIZAZZ
 VANISHED Icontinaedl Kissich adjusted his steel-frame By late Sunday night Storm had seen
AEpro1ed F.or R~Ies0f(~$% 1-t?0 4i1" n r c c:a t t50~~~binet,n~ost of the
ance of Stephen B. r r, close mend o L e cs cu 1 e t c ozenlolitical ac
President Roudehush. reniarkahly." He still spoke with a trace quaint.inces of Greer. Not one had
Brokers attributed the surge of late sell- of Hungarian accent. Year, in the United heard of it Potomac Study Club which
ing to the "unsettling Greer news" from State, had not erased it completely. met Wednesday nights or any other
Washington, but .generally predicted a rally "But no. See. Deh, these eyes are dif- nights. His sixth sense told Larry Storm
Monday since all business indices still ferent. "l hey are set wide apart. The that the Potomac Study Club was a
point upward and economists are univer- man who visited here had eves eery phantom.
,ally bullish.
8/27-NIJJ409PI-D close together. And his chin was more At that moment, his phone rang.
pointed. Even at 7:45 .A.M.. it was hard to keep
It was an hour later when I receiscd "What was his name?" one step ahead of Clyde Moorhead.
my expected call from the President. I 'Martin, Morton." he said. "Sonic- "A woman called in late last night."
turned to my typewriter, rattled oIl ni thing-or-other Morton. I think. Mr. Moortcad said. "Says she saw Greer's
two-finger ballet, then asked Jill to sure- Sonicthine Morton from the National picture in the paper. Claims he's the
mon the troops again. The army. only Science Foundation." same man she saw a couple of times
slightly depleted, clattered into my of in an R Street apartment. The Wit-
lice. I held up the sheet on which I had I P Ittr( K stopped his car approxi- marth."
been typing. mauls at the spot where Greer pan- r ,
"Quote. President Roudehush has fished. made it note of the nileagc on l fit `.VttMSRTlt was it five-story apart-
requested the Federal Bureau of lnves- his speedometer. then drove to the near- ment house two blocks off Connecticut
tigation to join the search for Stephen est airport marked on his neap. It was Avenu,. Nothing luxurious, but clean
It. (freer. FBI Director Peter Desko- the Montgomery Cuunts Airpark at and well-tended.
wicz has assigned a task force of special (iailhershurg. Paulick noted the di,- The name plate on -t-( read BE.vERLY
agents to the investigation. This does tancc between club and airfield, sixteen WESr Storm rang the hell. A woman
not mean that we believe Greer was miles. and the driving time. It took him opened the door for him, closing it
kidnapped. It is merely it possibility be- twenty-one minutes. slowly behind his hack. She wore it
ing explored. Close quote. That's it." Darkness was settling when he en- loose, white blouse, pink Capri pants
tered the operations building. A man in that hugged her legs like sausage skins,
ETER DEsxowtcz sat in his office in coveralls stood behind the counter. and pi ik spike-heeled mules.
the new FBI building on Pennsylvania "Say, I'm Paulick of Uos.uer. "1 didn't know they had Negro
Avenue. Opposite him. Special Agent I wonder if you could help me.' Did it agents " she said.
Clyde Moorhead held it sheaf of paper, plane take off from here about eight- "Once it slave. always a slave," he
on his lap. twenty Last night, give or take a few said.
"Greer had it full field three years minutes."' He took several three-by-five photo-
ago when the President wanted him "A Beeclieraft Baron took off at graph, of Stephen (freer from his jacket
cleared for defense policy meetings." eight thirty-five. Belongs to Brubaker." pocket and handed them to her.
Moorhead said. "Who's Brubaker'."' -Fhat's the cat." ,he said.
Deskowicz fingered his own copy of "Arnie Brubaker. He's a charter pilot "Nov,, if you could just tell me when
the investigative file. He was it stout, round here. Lives oscr on Barnaby and where you saw Mr. Greer
wan, deliberate man whose instinct for Road in Bethesda." seen him around here three
caution guided him through the reefs of "When did he conic hack?" times, I think. The first time, last fall.
bureaucratic struggle. "Clyde, you "l e hasn't." this other guy, the little one. cones to
know how sensitive this is. With the my door. accusing me of having the
President up for re-election, and Wol- 11~ r,rt ist.AGENT LAWRENCE STORM record player up too high."
colt's people scratching around for any- ,kininied the Monday-morning Wush- "Pardon me," said Storm. "What
thing that might damage Roudehush ington Pocr with half his mind. There other roan?"
... we're on the spot." were interviews with Burning Tree cad- "Oh, there are two of them across
"I know what you mean," ,aid die, about Greer, it statement from the hall in 4-D." she said, "the little
Moorhead. Press Secretary Culligan attempting to creep and the big one, this Greer."
"You're to report directly to me." calm Wall Street before the market "You mean both live across the hall'?"
"O.K. What about getting Greer's opening. quotes from Miguel Loomis "How do I know if they live there?
tax returns from IRS?" on Mrs. (ireer's feelings of the moment. I've only seen them at night. three
Deskowicz made it note on it pad. As far as the press knew, Stephen Greer times, like I said. After the first time I
"I'll have to check that out first with could have dropped off the lip of an never ?.iiw neither of them until March."
The Man." He thought it moment, then unknown canyon. "And what happened then?"
made another note. "Let's call the And. thought Larry Storm. he knew "I came home about eight-thirty one
(freer case 'Ajax.' " little more than the press did. Oh, he night, and the bigger one. this Greer, I
Moorhead stood up. "I'd better get had learned plenty about Stephen know it is now, he's standing at the
with it," he said, adding caustically. "if Greer, including his pet nickname, door s f 4-1) fiddling with the lock. He
we're to clean up Ajax by Christmas." "Cabby,'' for his wife. but nothing ,aid. ' 've got the wrong key.' Then he
about Career's Wednesday night habits. found the right key and opened the
IN MANY tioMEs around the country .'vars. Susannah Greer had told Storm door. So that was it until last week one
that night people studied the television about the Potomac Study Cluh during night. I was coming in around midnight
shots and the front-page pictures of their three-hour talk. Saturday morning. and this Greer was just leaving. He kind
Stephen Greer. Club membership and meeting Places of boys and leaves by the elevator.
In it small, ,tone house of French were secret: Geer had been attending When I saw Greer's picture in the pa-
I'rovenral stvlc on Battle Road in sessions for a scar: Mrs. Greer knew per. I started thinking. So I called the
Princeton. New Jersey. Deborah Kissich .ahsolurely nothing about them. He had FBl."
showed the picture to her husband. reported promptly via car radio to " We appreciate your cooperation,
Felix. ('Iyde Moorhead, the task force chief. Miss `A''est." said Sturm. "Do sou re-
"Isn't that the man who cane here to and received the green light to check member what night it was last week
the house last fall?'Approved For Releasett~t0bg)O ff' CIA-RDP88-01350'CIb `'Mflk&'i'-:?
 "Wednesday. Maybe just a little after was a linguist. German, Danish, Chi-
twelve." ~~I nese, French ,i and even a dab of some
Then Storm intervie fll2Vt~itFe9 %WR9i~XfQ ?tole; RRl $p4
manager. Apartment 4-D had been
rented, furnished, for $175 a month,
for a year beginning last September 1.
Lease up day after tomorrow, Wednes-
day. The lessee was the Crown Arts
Co., 939 N. Charles Street, Baltimore,
and the signature on the lease was that
of David Klingman, same address.
ON A HUNCH, he asked the manager,
"Where's the nearest parking garage?"
"Around the corner to your right."
The young man on duty in the ga-
rage's glass cubicle blinked at the FBI
card. He did remember a small man
with dark-rimmed glasses. Thought he
used the garage about once a week.
Tags? Not sure, but thought they were
Maryland plates.
The time-stamped parking cards
were sent to the central office the first
of each month, said the day duty man,
so he still had those for August. Storm
culled out the four Thursdays in Au-
gust.
One license number, a Maryland tag,
appeared early on each Thursday, at
12:50 A.M., 1:03, 12:57. Last Thursday,
August 26, the car left the garage at
1:08 A.M.
Larry called Moorhead on the radio
phone. "Do me a favor, and ask the
Baltimore office to check motor vehicles
over there for Maryland tag number
MQ 4472."
"Take five and call me back."
When Storm called again, Moorhead
reported briskly: "Maryland passenger
vehicle license number MQ 4472 is reg-
istered to a Phillip Jacob Lubin. The
address registered is 3333 North Charles
Street, Baltimore, and. our Baltimore
office says that's near the Johns Hop-
kins University Homewood campus.
The college proper."
AN HOUR LATER IN BALTIMORE,
Storm parked near the N. Charles Street
address, another apartment building
named the Charles Apartments.
"Can I help you?" asked the
tionist.
"I'm looking for Phillip Lubin."
"He's on vacation," said the woman.
"He left yesterday, and he won't be
back until goodness knows when. Took
a long automobile trip out West and up
into Canada. He's in the mathematics de-
partment at the university."
"Who's head of the methematics de-
partment, miss?"
"Dr. Winthrop."
The Bureau card quickly admitted
Larry to the office of Dr. Henry Win-
throp.
"Dr. Winthrop," said Storm, "I have
to check out Dr. Phillip Lubin rather
carefully. I'd appreciate your coopera-
tion for a few minutes."
thought. Lubin unmarried.
"Just one thing, Dr. Winthrop,"
Storm said. "This is delicate, I know,
but actually the question is routine. Do
you have any reason to believe Dr.
Lubin's sexual habits are anything but
normal?"
"That has never been a concern of
this department. I suppose you mean
something other than heterosexuality?"
"Yes," said. Larry. "Any indication of
homosexual tendencies?"
"I would say not."
"How about his friends? I'd like a list
of them for a routine check."
Winthrop named. several. faculty
members, a Baltimore doctor, a blind
woman to whom Lubin read once a
week. Larry noted there was no men-
tion of Stephen Greer.
Winthrop chuckled. "Oh yes, and
Eugene Culligan, the White House press
secretary."
When Storm finished work that night,
fatigued and out of fuel at 10 P.M., he
had covered every parking lot and ga-
rage in the inner circle. He was out on
the street again by 8:30 A.M. Tuesday
and working his rounds. His shoes were
dirty and his calves ached when he en-
tered an underground parking garage
called Sol's Metro Park. Storm showed
his card and asked his question, and the
fleshy attendant jerked his head to the
left. "There it is against the wall."
"I'd like to see the claim check."
The man fingered a card file, with-
drew a two-by-four white ticket. Storm
recorded the data in his memo pad:
Sol's Metro Park. Time-stamped in at
11:52 A.M., Aug. 29. In ink was
scrawled: "Mustang MQ 4472. Phillip
J. Lubin. Monthly rental, $40 rate. Re-
ceipt given for $100 cash deposit. In-
definite storage."
Larry called Moorhead. "Dr. L. isn't
on a motor trip. He stored his car, in-
definitely, at a cruddy parking garage in
cast Baltimore, a long way from home."
WEDNESDAY MORNING at the White
House press office opened as if jarred
awake by a clamor of gongs, and the
discord swelled until our shop resem-
bled an orchestra pit seized by mad mu-
sicians. Everyone wanted to talk Greer,
Greer, Greer. The Wall Street Journal
proposed to do a take-out on me and
Miguel Loomis, undoubtedly under the
headline, "The Last Lunch."
The White House correspondents in
the lobby all hammered at Jill, demand-
ing personal time with me, but I put
Dave Paulick at the head of the list.
She brought him in.
"Where's Greer?" he asked. "Do you
know where he is?"
"N o."
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 VANISHED Icontinuedl "Nope." Jon't like it. Mr. President,"I said.
"Gene. ' a tsk u R }{ }~}}y ~j a well know exactly
where he went 1 rQV~~ ~F~~iti?~>lea'~~a~ iQ Pfi I' ti ,~tT o2oJ.40o 6' IZfe~l: iT'e~l I'm not your press
'
flew out of Montgomery Counts Air- w'omen'
park at Gaithcrshurg in a Beeeheratt "You mean is he it fag.' I don't think
Baron last J hursday night ^t eight sit I said. "Say. what dues all this have
thirty-five. The pilot said he tear going to do with Steve (freer:'"
to Raleigh-Durham, but instead he flew "I wish NO U wouldn't Make that as-
to Atlantic City. Greer switched planes sumption," he said. He looked genuine-
and flew to Kennedy in it Cessna Sks- Iv distressed.
night. He left Kennedy at about mid-
night on it jet cargo job Operated by 5s'O KEi Oyrtt To Ttlr noon with him.
Overseas Quick-Freight. Inc. The flight "Listen. I_arrv. I'm really in the dark on
plan called for it nonstop to Rio de this (freer case. I hear a report that
Janeiro. Greer. now urine the name Stele flew to Brazil last week. What do
Fairchild. was the Only passenger." %On hear?
was stunned. Steve (freer living I could see the remark jolted him.
secretly to Rio? Why? "Are you print- " 1"a n'rr in the dark'"
ing it:?', When the door closed. I turned to
"No The Dossier goes in Monday
nights. remember? Maybe neyt week.
Maybe riot. Depends where this leads."
"Where you ofT to'?" I asked.
"Rio. Where else?"
Jill crossed the room to me in it silent
glide. "What are you going to do."'
"Tell the President. :Aside from that,
nothing."
My stall phone was ringing. I picked
tip the receiver. An 1111 agent named
Lawrence Storm wanted to see me. I
said to send him up. I knew that Larrs
Storm. a Negro, was one of Desko-
svtez's top special agents, but I was un-
prepared for the than who entered. Ile
was quite wide in the shoulders. then
trimly tapered, the build of an athlete.
lie had skin the color of cocoa and it
hearing of serene confidence.
'"I know you by reputation." I said.
"It's a pleasure. Have it scat."
.
fie accepted. "I'ni checking out a Dr.
Phillip J. Lubin and 1 understand sou
know hint."
"Sure." I said.
Storm asked me all the usual ques-
tions. I told hint that Phil and I became
Iriendly at the University of Chicago
when Luhin was niy graduate instruc-
tor in it third-year math course. I
thought Phil was eccentric. moody
sometimes, but undeniably it brain. Af-
ter college. I lost touch except for it
couple of phone calls when Phil canie
through L.A. "Then in the Roudehush
campaign. Phil called on me to offer
aid. Since my arrival at the White
House, I'd had lunch or dinner with
him maybe once every four or lice
months. In tact. I had dinner with him
riot too many nights ago. That was
about it.
"Do you recall what night you last
had dinner?"
"August 25," said Jill. "At the Hay-
Adams."
"A Wednesday night, wasn't it:'"
Storm asked.
"Yeah." I said. "It wins the night be-
fore Stcse Greer disappeared."
"Have you ever heard of a discussion
group of administration officials called
Jill "Now what do you suppose that
last crack meant?"
She h owned. "\Vell, it sounded as
though he didn't know anything either.
DO sou suppose that Dr. Lubin has dis-
appeared too.'
"
" Cfet Phil's home number in Balti-
more from our book. Let nae talk to
hit `
Moments later she had it wide-eyed,
wondering look. "Both the apartment
and the math department say Dr. Lubin
left Sunday on it long auto trip out
\\est. Ihey don't know where to reach
hina.
\\'e looked at each other with shared
awareness. Grcer and Lubin both gone.
I called ()race Lalle\. asked to see
the President soonest- --about Greer.
I he President was bent user it mena-
oranduni when I entered.
"It`s about Steve." I said. I gave him
the highlights.
"\imnt. Gene, what's your guess on
all this:'"
"Pulling two and two together, after
Jill found that Lubin left on an auto
trip. there's at leant it possihilit that
(freer and Phil Lubin may Inc some-
w'her-e together. Storm's last questions
hinted at perversion."
l he President leaned forward. "That,
of course. is preposterous."
"Yes, sir."
"I already knew of this development.
It was included in Deskowicz's report
this niorning."
-Did Steve and Phil Lubin know each
othe'r'.'"
"(tent.'' the President said after an
unusuallc lengthy pause. -'I think w e
had better reach an understanding on
this nt.itter. Until all the facts are in,
I'd rather not discuss piecemeal as-
pects. I'm afraid you'll just have to hear
with nie for it while."
I could feel ms temper risin "Mr.
President. I figured 1 was to Iescl with
the press on Greer. and to do that I
base to know what's going on." I hesi-
tated. "At the least. I ought to know
what the Bureau is reporting to you."
secrc-ar. I'm it damn palace eunuch."
He came quickly around the desk,
threw an arm around my shoulders and,
with barely perceptible pressure, began
movi ig me toward the door.
"Please live with it for now," he said,
its it personal ter or to me. This should
all he cleared up before long."
"It it's tomorrow," I retorted, "it
won't he it day too won."
I e used the door sharply.
Jill could read the results on my face.
"I 'ouhlc."'
"Y_s. He wants me to play deaf,
dump, and blind on Greer. What's
more. he won't tell me it thing. Period."
Akrut K iNGFtsst kept his private of-
fice largely as he had inherited it from
his J--redecessors. -file furniture was
hcav . male. upholstered in brown
leather. The paintings were inoffensive.
their hires blendirig with the drapes and
the brown nap of the carpeting.
A mahogany cabinet behind his desk
held t battery of five telephones. The
gray phone connected him with his pla-
toon of c\perts within the building. The
cream phone and push-button box was
the instrument for ordinary communi-
cations. save for two red buttons which
Marked secure channels within the
Agency. The black telephone connected
ingrain with the White House switch-
board and from there, to the world. The
green phone was his private line to the
Pentagon. At the end of the cabinet sat
his small blue phone, the direct line to
the President's office. Fie lifted the blue
reeeiser. The buzzer sounded on the
desk of Grace Lalley. A moment later,
the President's hearty voice said, "Good
morning, Arthur."
"1-1 '. President." said Ingram, "I'm
bothering you only because this is it
matter of concern to you. It's about
Stcphe n Greer. I have just received in-
forma:ion that he flew to Rio de Janeiro
by sescral apparently secret stages last
1 hursdav night. I assume you'd like the
full at cation of the Agency on this."
There was a moment of silence on
the line. "No," said Roudebush, "I think
not, Arthur. Involving the whole
Agent} right now would place too
much government emphasis on what is,
really, it private matter."
"The Agency is not to help then?"
"Na , riot at this time. If that changes,
I'll nolily you at once, naturally.-
Ingram hung up. The gulf in his un-
derstanding was widened by the mem-
orandum which Nick, his director of
intcllivcnce. had sent him that morning.
FROM: Nick
To: Y c
1. Stephen B. Greer reliably reported in
Rio d._ Janeiro after three-stage secret
flight ! art I hurt,:,c night which tank him
"
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enough, the story will he taken up here
by my friend and tutor, Phil Luhin.
PIULLIP J. LuniN: Perhaps you're won-
dering, why all the secrecy:' Well. we
all agreed that the inevitable debate and
uproar might shatter Our chances for
success before we really got started. In
this country, there were certain extrem-
ists to contend with. And the foreign
scientists, almost without exception. re-
fused to attend unless they had positive
assurances from President Roudehush
that the Central Intelligence Agency
would in no way he involved. The CIA
has it very poor image abroad. So, Pres-
ident Roudchush gave his word of
Lo or that the (IA would not he
brought into the operation.
the President in return exacted it
plea gc from the other three heads of
state that none of their intelligence
agencies would place the conference or
its auxiliary preparations under surveil-
lance.
After much searching for it pface to
meet, we finally settled on the island of
Tristan da Cunha. deep in the South
Atlantic. This is a small, remote. vol-
canic British island with about 250 in-
habitants and it dependable radio facil-
1tv. Tristan has no airfield and no har-
bor except it tiny one for small boats.
Normally, Tristan da Cunha's contact
with the outside world is confined to a
by the new discoycry. phis was it
clincher, for the list tallied with the
knowledge that each scientist had of
his own country's atomic sites.
That roadblock behind us, we fin-
ished our work just two days ago, on
the evening of Tuesday, October 5. All
ten members of Alpha signed the agree-
ment. Felix Kissich last at 6:50 P. u.
-1-ristan time.
I shall now,
President
ment.
with the permission of
MENT OF TRISTAN DA
(1'NHA
1. The ba,ic charter of the United Nations
shall he amended to forbid the produc-
tion. possession, or use of nuclear weapons.
of tkh air'ser type or size. by any nation.
group. or person.
. :\!1 existing nuclear weapons anywhere
in the ss iId shall he destroyed on or I,,:-
fore one scar after the ratification of the
suhst.uicc of this agreement hs the United
Nations.
I tic General :Assembly of the United
Nations shall elect it committee of fifteen
ntenihers. including one national from
each of the nuclear powers and no more
than one member from any nation, which
shall he empowered to carry out the pro-
yision, of Point Two Q) of this agree-
ment hs such methods. rules. and regula-
tions as the committee may devise.
mail ship from South Africa which calls Originally we planned to announce
six or seven times it scar. So, I ristart the l ristan agreement simult.tncously
suited our purposes exactly. and it was in Washington, London, Moscow. and
aotced upon as the site. Peking. But at the last minute, because
I he three Chinese delegates reached of threatened premature disclosure and
I ri't:rn by flying to Buenos Aires. then "'111e other factors, 'AC decided to fly
chartering it motor vessel for the vox- many of the participants directs to
r_e to the island. The Russians cam, to \A'.tshington for this pies, conference.
ristan on it Soviet submarine which Members of the Chinese delegation.
made most of its South Atlantic trip plus Dr. Kissich and one Russian, are
submerged. I he French and British today art route to Peking. Nationally
contingents were brought to the island mired groups are also en route to Mos-
on it British destroyer. We Americans cuss tnd London front -I ristan.
traveled by individual routes. I think that's Al. Most of us are
Prelintinar talks got under way on ,Icep% .utd ready for bed, My part in
1 ristan September 8. We made some Operation Alpha has been the most
progress, but not until Kissich arrived nanny Ing experience in rtny life.
September 17 did the negotiating pick I itt P14[ stun N i : Well done. Dr. Lubin.
tap speed. On behalf of the American people. I
I he main problem which dogged us thank you all.
was th.tt of international inspection of And that is the basic ,tore of Alpha.
nuclear warhead dismantling. It was When the new Congress hunts in
Mr. Bernard Loomis of the Educational January, I intend on the first day to send
Micro company who provided the the I ristan text to the Senate and ask
I,tcakthrough. Fur some years, working that hody for a sole of confidence in
under an Atomic Energy Commission the objectises of Alpha. I will, as you
contract. Mr. Loomis' research division realize, he President until January 20,
had been tr ing to develop a device regardless of the election', outcome.
which could detect the existence of nu- Late last night, I called Governor
clear weapons in stockpiles or in final Wolcott in Springfield and told him suh-
I h,. I t,1
it
I salute the governor as a great
American and as it wise citizen of the
world. His assent means that, whatever
else happens to the .=Agreement of Tris-
tan, it will not become it matter of hit-
ter dispute between the two major party
candieates for President.
And so. my friends, there you have
Operation Alpha. it venture conceived
in the brilliant mind of it Nobel laureate
in physics, it saga which began at Burn-
ing 'I ice. it quest which I hope with all
my heart will not falter until the last
nuclear weapon has vanished from this
earth.
I would ask every one of you listen-
n whatever
ing it id watching today, in'
land. _o search your minds. your hearts.
and our souls, and then join the no-
blest ;)f all crusades the preservation
of the human race.
Alpha is our beginning.
Jr ss ss acts of rttosr- fresh, bright days
of June that seem as newly scrubbed as
a schoolgirl in early morning. A breeze
stirred the trees, it cardinal sang on a
limb till damp from the night's cleans-
ing rain, and the air felt cool and light to
the shin.
I.a -ry Storm. Dave Paulick. Miguel
Loontis. and I were about to have lunch
in tht Burning Tree Club's dining room,
which overlooks the first fairway where
Stesc Greer began his extraordinary
quest ten months before. We sat next to
the open windows and watched the day
dance about us.
Vse were in a buoyant mood.
The United Nations early that week
had guaranteed the future of the Agree-
ment of Tristan. endorsing it by an
overwhelming vote. Machinery also was
set in motion to amend the charter of
the 1,.N.. and it committee had been
elected to devise rules and regulations
for the dismantling of all nuclear weap-
on, by October S. the first anniversary
of th- signing of the Tristan pact.
I had it personal reason for enjoying
this day, although the President had not
included it among the causes for ectc-
brati )n. Storm. Paulick, and Miguel
Loom his were all coming to the apart-
ment tonight for Jill's twenty-fifth hirth-
day party. All of them had attended our
wedding on November 3, the day after
Paul Roudehush's reelection, when Mi-
guel served as my best man.
''And who's going to write the real
insic e story of Alpha?" asked Miguel.
''Dave's the writing man," I said.
Paulick looked pleased. I paused. "Burt
I'se got the material."
process of a ssenmbly. In other word,. no stantr:tlls what sou ,arse care t t
explosion would he necessary to aeti- Ilse governor questioned me closely it .t;sN wRItesG the first chapter of
vale it monitoring instrument nta ny and I believe that nn answers were I'an.shed the next night and finished
hundreds or thousands of mile, away, candid. He said that while lie could not exactly one year later.
Late in September. Barney Loomis commit other leaders of his party, he EUGENE R. CULL ]CAN
himself came top Tristan h ' rde if personally would sit port the spirit, if Washington, D.C.
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