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It seemed to Morgan that Kellner's appearance never varied. He was unwrinkled, hair smoothly brushed, and as always carefully dressed in a three-piece suit, stiff-collared shirt, and silk tie. He had his suits tailored in London, his one extravagance, to hide a small paunch. His face was full, with prominent brow ridges, and deep-set blue eyes. At sixty-three, his hair remained dark brown, causing an occasional snide comment from Style section writers to the effect that he must have "found Ronald Reagan's hairdresser."
The Republicans had captured the Senate in the off-year elections and were determined to declare "payback time" at the Democratic Administration's expense. Cole Caidin's people tiptoed along a precarious and narrow path. In foreign affairs, George Bush's New World Order had turned out to be the Same Old Disorder, with some nasty new twists. Vincent Kellner's political skills and instincts helped Caidin deal with the Republican-run Senate Foreign Affairs Committee, but the marriage of Kellner and Caidin was one of convenience, not affection.
"Sit down, John," Kellner said. "You know the Ambassador."
Dr. Conroy inclined her head and murmured, "Good morning, Colonel Morgan."
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Kellner said. "But some rather sensitive matters have come up, and I think you are the man to handle them." He deferred to the Ambassador. "Charlotte, will you begin?''
Ambassador Conroy asked, "Does the name Neville mean anything to you, Colonel?"
Morgan thought a moment and then said, "Yes. They areor wereenvironmental photographers. Jake Neville was killed in an air crash in Canada last year. The wife survived."
Charlotte Conroy looked questioningly at Kellner.
Kellner said, "It's your decision, Charlotte. I have faith in Morgan's discretion."
Ambassador Conroy regarded Morgan speculatively. "What

 
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