'Okay,' Armstead said to Victoria, 'you can dictate - go ahead.'

Victoria held up her notes and began to read them. She described the interior of the Hotel Intercontinental from the shops in the lobby to Anton Bauer's presidential suite. Several times she faltered, as if to apologize for the blandness of the material that she was dictating. She went on for ten minutes, uninterrupted. At last she was finished.

'The end,' she said. 'You've heard all of it.'

'Thank you,' said Estelle, and got off the line.

'You still there, Mr. Armstead?'

'I'm here, Victoria.'

'I told you,' she said hastily, 'I didn't think there was much. I don't know if there's a story.'

'It'll do,' said Armstead. 'It's exactly what I expected. We'll run a short feature - the secretary-general of the United Nations in the lap of luxury, while preparing to tackle recalcitrant non-nuclear nations - or we should say part-nuclear nations who threaten to go all the way. Yes, it'll do.'

Victoria wanted to say that she did not think the angle a very good one, but she held her tongue.

She said, 'I'm glad.'

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'Okay, you've done your job. Take tomorrow off, then get back to the opening of the conference for a few sidebars -'

'Oh, one silly thing I must tell you, Mr. Armstead,' she interrupted. T had some time to spare before I could call you, so I took a spin into the Swiss countryside. Guess whom I saw - or thought I saw?

One of your employees -'

'One of my what? Employees?'

'Gus Pagano,' she blurted.

'Who?'

'Gus Pagano. Remember the first a.s.signment I had the day after I started on the Record} I was told to talk to one of the informants who worked for the paper. A fellow who had occupied the same cell Yinger occupied later? His name was Pagano.'

T remember. What about him?'

T was out driving in the countryside a few hours ago. I came to a little town named Nyon. There I saw Pagano go into a hotel. I thought I'd say h.e.l.lo, so I went into the hotel. But he wasn't registered. I thought it was Pagano, - anyway, that's all unimportant -'

'It wasn't Pagano,' said Armstead. 'You're quite mistaken.' He chuckled. 'He could hardly be in two places at the same time. He's right here in New York. Harry Dietz and I saw him just a half hour ago.'

'Oops, my goof. I was chasing the wrong man. That could have been pretty awkward. Sorry to bend your ear with such nonsense, Mr. Armstead.'

'Never mind. Enjoy yourself in Geneva. And stay with the conference. Good-bye.'

For more than a minute Armstead remained motionless in his swivel chair. Inside, he was steaming.

He pressed the b.u.t.ton of his intercom. 'Harry?'

'Yes, sir, Mr. Armstead.'

'Come right in here,' Armstead ordered. T want to see you.'

Harry Dietz materialized in Armstead's office almost at once, his chalky countenance perplexed.

'Anything wrong, Chief?'

'Anything wrong?' Armstead exploded. 'That f.u.c.ker, Pagano, almost blew the ball game.'

Dietz came forward, more perplexed than ever. 'What do you mean?'

'That idiot, Pagano, he was seen in the town where he's staying -'

'Nyon.'

'Whatever. He wasn't supposed to be seen.'

'But how -?'

'One of our staff, the Weston girl - she was out taking a drive, eating up time before calling here.

She got to Nyon, and there she saw Pagano. He was going into his hotel. She parked and chased after him. Luckily, she couldn't find him. Luckily, too, he wasn't registered.'

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'He's registered as James Ferguson.' Dietz seemed to be thinking. He wagged his head slowly. T don't know, boss, I don't know if it's a good idea to have both of them out there -Weston and Ramsey, even if they're in different places. Something like this can always happen again -'

'I need them there,' Armstead insisted. 'They're useful. The material they've been digging up helps.

This run-in was a wild coincidence. If Pagano had followed instructions -' He slapped his hand on the desk. 'Harry, you get Pagano for me right away. I'm going to eat his a.s.s out. Before you do, tell Estelle to type up those pages as fast as possible. I've got to pa.s.s the information on to Pagano.

Now get me that f.u.c.ker on the phone.'

Dietz dashed out of the office.

Soon Armstead heard from Dietz on the intercom. The long-distance circuits were tied up. There would be a short delay.

For twenty minutes Armstead remained in place, constantly drumming his fingers on the desk, gradually building up a head of steam.

When word came through the intercom that Gus Pagano was on hold, Armstead was ready for him.

'Gus?' he shouted into the phone.

'What's going on, boss?'

'You G.o.ddam idiot, you let yourself be seen!' Armstead bellowed.

Pagano sounded confused. 'I don't get it.'

'Somebody saw you,' persisted Armstead, trying to simmer down. 'Somebody on our staff, one of our reporters -remember the girl, Victoria Weston, who once interviewed you?'

'Don't remember.' Then he did. 'You mean the good-looking broad who talked to me about Yinger?'

'She's the girl on our staff who's in Switzerland researching the Intercontinental. She was taking a drive, and she got to wherever you are, and she saw you go into your hotel -'

'She was in this G.o.dforsaken town-?'

'Sight-seeing, dammit. The point is, what in the h.e.l.l were you doing out in the street in the daytime where you could be recognized? You had your instructions about that.'

'Listen, boss, let me explain. Cooper -'

'Is this a safe line?'

'n.o.body gives a d.a.m.n about this line. I'm just another crummy tourist here to see the museums. Let me explain. I know my instructions. But Cooper buzzed me from the Hotel Xenia in Geneva and wanted me to case an alternate site for the - the hideout - so I had to leave the hotel -'

'He should have known better. Don't you ever let it happen again.'

'Well, sometimes I may have to move around-'

'Then grow a beard or mustache or some G.o.ddam thing. No, there won't be time. Buy one. Buy a disguise, anything.'

'Okay, boss.' He was disbelieving still. 'You mean that girl really saw me?'

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'She saw you all right and told me so. I was able to persuade her it hadn't been you. That you were in New York and I'd just been with you. She bought it. So no problem there.'

Pagano sighed with relief. 'I'll be more careful from now on.'

'I've got the Intercontinental material for you.'

'Good. Though I don't think Cooper will need much of it. He's already had one of his own men in and out of the place. Anyway, I'll pa.s.s it on to him. Want to give it to me?'

'One second. Let me get the notes.'

Armstead left his chair and opened the door to his secretary's office, holding out his hand. She leaped to her feet with the typed pages and gave them to him. He shut his door and returned to the phone.

'You set with your pencil?' asked Armstead.

'All set.'

'I'll try to read it to you slowly.'

Lovingly, with care, Armstead read the three and a half pages of typescript aloud. Victoria had done an admirable job and Armstead was pleased.

When he was finished, he inquired, 'Got it all?'

'Got it.'

Armstead dropped his voice. 'Is the event on schedule?'

'Day after tomorow at the time planned. No change.'

'I'll be in the office here. You'll get word straight to me.'

'The second I hear, I'll let you know.'

'It's an important one, Gus. Hope they get it right.'

'They'll get it right, boss. They can't afford to get it wrong. Don't worry.'

But hanging up, Armstead was worried. When news just happened spontaneously you were not involved, except to report it. When you made the news happen, that was another matter, a strain.

You had a stake in it, full responsibility.

You had to worry.

It wasn't all that easy, playing G.o.d.

The day after tomorrow in Geneva.

Nine twenty-five in the morning.

The press and visitors' gallery of the Spanish chamber in the Palais des Nations was jam-packed.

Victoria had arrived early to be sure to claim a place at the best vantage point. She had a seat in the front row of the balcony. Bending forward, arms on the bra.s.s railing, she once more surveyed the scene in the chamber below. The chamber was crowded with delegates, most in their seats, a few moving about, many of them chattering in many tongues.

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It was a colorful spectacle, this polyglot gathering, and Victoria was eager to see the proceedings get underway. As timepieces clicked closer to nine-thirty, more and more of the delegates became attentive to the speaker's table and the chair that at any moment would be filled by the arrival of Secretary-General Bauer from his headquarters at the Hotel Intercontinental.

Nine-thirty.

Victoria sat alert, notebook and pen poised.

Nine-thirty-five.

The secretary-general's chair remained empty.

Nine-forty, nine-forty-five.

Yet another fifteen minutes pa.s.sed, and still Anton Bauer had not appeared.

Victoria could detect, for the first time, a degree of restlessness among the delegates below. Some of them were standing, stretching, wandering about. To Victoria, Bauer's tardiness did not seem unusual. Men of state were often engaged in many great enterprises, and had much to handle in limited time, and Bauer would be here shortly, she was convinced.

Five minutes later, in response to grumbling in the chamber below, Victoria heard a voice call out, T am informed that Herr Bauer has left his suite!'

This calmed the delegates for the moment.