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〃How did you know that？〃 Gant asked； the surprise showing on his face。 〃I never repeated that to anybody； not even to that jerk Rutledge。〃
〃Oh； we have ways；〃 Jack answered； suddenly realizing that he'd revealed something from a partment named SORGE。 Oops。
〃Sounds like something you say at the New York Athletic Club；〃 SecTreas observed。 〃But only if you're four feet or so away from the guy。〃
〃But it appears it's true。 At least in monetary terms。 So； we have a gun we can point at their heads？〃
〃Yes； sir； we sure do；〃 Gant answered。 〃It might take them a month to figure it out； but they won't be able to run away from it for very long。〃
〃Okay； make sure State and the Agency find this out。 And； oh； tell CIA that they're supposed to get this stuff to me first。 Intelligence estimates are their job。〃
〃They have an economics unit； but they're not all that good；〃 Gant told the others。 〃No surprise。 The smart people in this area work The Street； or maybe academia。 You can make more money at Harvard Business School than you can in government service。〃
〃And talent goes where the money is；〃 Jack agreed。 Junior partners at medium…sized law firms made more than the President； which sometimes explained the sort of people who ended up here。 Public service was supposed to be a sacrifice。 It was for him…Ryan had proven his ability to make money in the trading business； but for him service to his country had been learned from his father； and at Quantico； long before he'd been seduced into the Central Intelligence Agency and then later tricked into the Oval Office。 And once here； you couldn't run away from it。 At least； not and keep your manhood。 That was always the trap。 Robert Edward Lee had called duty the most sublime of words。 And he would have known； Ryan thought。 Lee had felt himself trapped into fighting for what was at best a soiled cause because of his perceived duty to his place of birth； and therefore many would curse his name for all eternity； despite his qualities as a man and a soldier。 So； Jack； he asked himself； in your case； where do talent and duty and right and wrong and all that other stuff lie？ What the hell are you supposed to do now？ He was supposed to know。 All those people outside the White House's campuslike grounds expected him to know all the time where the right thing was； right for the country； right for the world； right for every working man； woman； and innocent little kid playing T…ball。 Yeah； the President thought； sure。 You're anointed by the wisdom fairy when you walk in here every day； or kissed on the ear by the muse； or maybe Washington and Lincoln whisper to you in your dreams at night。 He sometimes had trouble picking his tie in the morning； especially if Cathy wasn't around to be his fashion adviser。 But he was supposed to know what to do with taxes； defense； and Social Security…why？ Because it was his job to know。 Because he happened to live in government housing at One Thousand six Hundred Pennsylvania Avenue and had the Secret goddamned Service protect him everywhere he went。 At the Basic School at Quantico； the officers instructing newly missioned Marine second lieutenants had told them about the loneliness of mand。 The difference between that and what he had here was like the difference between a fucking firecracker and a nuclear weapon。 This kind of situation had started wars in the past。 That wouldn't happen now； of course； but it had once。 It was a sobering thought。 Ryan took a last puff on his fifth smoke of the day and killed it in the brown glass ashtray he kept hidden in a desk drawer。
〃Thanks for bringing me this。 Talk it over with State and CIA；〃 he told them again。 〃I want a SNIE on this； and I want it soon。〃
〃Right；〃 George Winston said； standing for the underground walk back to his building across the street。
〃Mr。 Gant；〃 Jack added。 〃Get some sleep。 You look like hell。〃
〃I'm allowed to sleep in this job？〃 TELESCOPE asked。
〃Sure you are； just like I am；〃 POTUS told him with a lopsided smile。 When they left； he looked at Arnie： 〃Talk to me。〃
〃Speak to Adler； and have him talk to Hitch and Rutledge； which you ought to do； too；〃 Arnie advised。
Ryan nodded。 〃Okay； tell Scott what I need； and that I need it fast。〃
Good news；〃 Professor North told her； as she came back into the room。
Andrea Price…O'Day was in Baltimore； at the Johns Hopkins Hospital； seeing Dr。 Madge North； Professor of Obstetrics and Gynecology。
〃Really？〃
〃Really；〃 Dr。 North assured her with a smile。 〃You're pregnant。〃
Before anything else could happen； Inspector Patrick O'Day leapt to his feet and lifted his wife in his arms for a powerful kiss and a rib…cracking hug。
〃Oh；〃 Andrea said almost to herself。 〃I thought I was too old。〃
〃The record is well into the fifties； and you're well short of that；〃 Dr。 North said； smiling。 It was the first time in her professional career that she'd given this news to two people carrying guns。 〃Any problems？〃 Pat asked。
〃Well； Andrea； you are prime…ep。 You're over forty and this is your first pregnancy； isn't it？〃
〃Yes。〃 She knew what was ing； but she didn't invite it by speaking the word。
〃That means that there is an increased likelihood of Down's syndrome。 We can establish that with an amniocentesis。 I'd remend we do that soon；〃
〃How soon？〃
〃I can do it today if you wish。〃
〃And if the test is 。。。？〃
〃Positive？ Well； then you two have to decide if you want to bring a Down's child into the world。 Some people do； but others don't。 It's your decision to make； not mine；〃 Madge North told them。 She'd done abortions in her career； but like most obstetricians； she much preferred to deliver babies。
〃Down's…how and 。。。 I mean 。 。 。〃 Andrea said； squeezing her husband's hand。
〃Look； the odds are very much in your favor； like a hundred to one or so； and those are betting odds。 Before you worry about it； the smart thing is to find out if there's anything to worry about at all； okay？〃
〃Right now？〃 Pat asked for his wife。
Dr。 North stood。 〃Yes； I have the time right now。〃
〃Why don't you take a little walk； Pat？〃 Special Agent Price…O'Day suggested to her husband。 She managed to keep her dignity intact； which didn't surprise her husband。
〃Okay； honey。〃 A kiss； and he watched her leave。 It was not a good moment for the career FBI agent。 His wife was pregnant； but now he had to wonder if the pregnancy was a good one or not。 If not…then what？ He was an Irish Catholic； and his church forbade abortion as murder； and murders were things he'd investigated…and even witnessed once。 Ten minutes later； he'd killed the two terrorists responsible for it。 That day still came back to him in perverse dreams； despite the heroism he'd displayed and the kudos he'd received for all of it。
But now； he was afraid。 Andrea had been a fine stepmother for his little Megan； and both he and she wanted nothing in all the world more than this news…if it was； really； good news。 It would probably take an hour； and he knew he couldn't spend it sitting down in a doctor's outer office full of pregnant women reading old copies of People and US Weekly。 But where to go？ Whom to see？
Okay。 He stood and walked out； and decided to head over