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ations。 On the other hand； he was also a liaison to the monseigneur in Paris； Carlos the Jackal； whom he had either persuaded or bought off from contracts that might point to the Soviet Union。 He had been the ultimate bureaucrat； working behind the scenes on the international stage； seeking neither applause nor celebrity； merely survival。 Then why had he done what he did？ Was it mere impetuousness born of weariness and fear and the sense of a plague…on…both…your…houses？ No； it was a logical extension of events； consistent with the needs of his country and； above all； the absolute necessity that Moscow disassociate itself from both Medusa and the Jackal。
According to the consul general in New York； Bryce Ogilvie was finished in America。 The consul's suggestion was to find him asylum somewhere and； in exchange； gradually absorb his myriad assets in Europe。 What worried the consul general in New York was not Ogilvie's financial manipulations that broke more laws than there were courts to prosecute； but rather the killings； which as far as the consul could determine were widespread and included the murder of high U。S。 government officials and； unless he was grossly mistaken； the assassination of the supreme mander of NATO。 pounding this chain of horrors was New York's opinion that in order to save a number of his panies from confiscation； Ogilvie might have ordered additional killings in Europe； primarily of those few powerful executives in various firms who understood the plex international linkages that led back to a great law firm and the unspoken code name Medusa。 Should those contracted murders take place while Ogilvie was in Moscow； questions might arise that Moscow could not tolerate。 Therefore； get him in and out of the Soviet Union as fast as possible； a remendation more easily made than acplished。
Suddenly； Rodchenko reflected； into this danse macabre had e the paranoid monseigneur from Paris。 It was imperative they meet immediately！ Carlos had fairly screamed his demand over the arranged public telephone munication they employed； but every precaution had to be taken。 The Jackal； as always； demanded a public place； with crowds； and numerous available exits； where he could circle like a hawk； never showing himself until his professional eyes were satisfied。 Two calls later； from two different locations； the rendezvous was set。 St。 Basil's Cathedral in Red Square during the height of the early evening's summer tourist onslaught。 In a darkened corner to the right of the altar where there were outside exits through the curtained walkways to the sacristy。 Done！
Then； during that third telephone call； like a crack of thunder over the Black Sea； Grigorie Rodchenko was struck by an idea so dramatically bold； yet so patently obvious and simple； that he had momentarily lost his breath。 It was the solution that would totally distance the Soviet government from any involvement or plicity with either the Jackal or Medusa's Ogilvie should such distance be necessary in the eyes of the civilized world。
Quite simply； unknown to each other； bring the Jackal and Ogilvie together； if only for an instant； just long enough to get photographic evidence of their being seen within the same frame。 It was all that was needed。
He had gone to Diplomatic Relations yesterday afternoon； having requested a short routine meeting with Ogilvie。 During the extremely innocuous and very friendly conference； Rodchenko had waited for his opening…an opening he had engineered with precision； having done his research。
〃You spend summers on Cape Cod； da？〃 the general had said。
〃For me it's weekends mainly。 My wife and the children are there for the season。〃
〃When I was posted in Washington； I had two great American friends on Cape Cod。 I spent several lovely； as you say； weekends with them。 Perhaps you know my friends； the Frosts…Hardleigh and Carol Frost？〃
〃Of course I do。 Like myself； he's an attorney； specializes in maritime law。 They live down the shore road in Dennis。〃
〃A very attractive lady； the Frost woman。〃
〃Very。〃
〃Da。 Did you ever attempt to recruit her husband for your firm？〃
〃No。 He has his own。 Frost； Goldfarb and O'Shaunessy； they cover the waterfront； as it were； in Massachusetts。〃
〃I feel I almost know you； Mr。 Ogilvie； if only through mutual friends。〃
〃I'm sorry we never met at the Cape。〃
〃Well； perhaps； I can take advantage of our near meeting…through mutual friends…and ask of you a favor； far less than the convenience I understand my government willingly affords you。〃
〃I've been given to understand the convenience is mutual；〃 said Ogilvie。
〃Ahh； I know nothing of such diplomatic matters； but it is conceivable that I could intervene on your behalf if you would cooperate with us…with my small； although not insignificant； department。〃
〃What is it？〃
〃There is a priest； a socially oriented militant priest； who claims to be a Marxist agitator well known to the courts of New York City。 He arrived only hours ago and demands a clandestine meeting only hours from now。 There is simply no time to verify his claims； but as he insists he has a history of legal 'persecutions' in the courts of New York； as well as many photographs in the newspapers； you might recognize him。〃
〃I probably could； if he is who he says he is。〃
〃Da！ And one way or another； we will certainly let it be known how you cooperated with us。〃
It had been arranged。 Ogilvie would be in the crowds at St。 Basil's Cathedral close to the meeting ground。 When he saw Rodchenko approach a priest in the far corner to the right of the altar； he was to 〃e across〃 the KGB general casually； as if surprised。 Their greeting would be brief to the point of discourtesy； so rapid and blurred as to be meaningless； the sort of encounter civilized but hostile acquaintances cannot avoid when they run into one another in a public place。 Close proximity was also required； as the light was so dim and so cluttered with shadows that the attorney might not get a good look at the priest。
Ogilvie had performed with the expertise of an acplished trial lawyer verbally trapping a prosecution's witness with an objectionable inquiry and then shouting 〃I withdraw the question；〃 leaving the prosecutor speechless。
The Jackal had instantly turned away furiously but not before an obese elderly female； using a miniature camera that was the handle of her purse； had snapped a series of automatically advanced photographs with ultra high…speed film。 That evidence was now in a vault in Rodchenko's office。 The file was titled Surveillance of the American Male B。 Ogilvie。
On the page below the photograph showing the assassin and the American attorney together was the following： Subject with as yet unidentified contact during covert meeting at St。 Basil's Cathedral。 Meeting covered eleven minutes and thirty…two seconds。 Photographs sent to Paris for any possible verification。 It is believed that the unidentified contact may be Carlos the Jackal。
Needless to say； Paris was working up a reply that included several photographic posites from the Deuxième Bureau and the Sыreté。 The answer： Confirmed。 Definitely the Jackal。
How shocking！ And on Soviet soil。
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