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that or not, as you please. But it happens to be true." He stopped for a moment, considering how much further he could go, how much of what he had been told she would believe. But Pierre Grau was dead, and his death changed the whole focus of the mission. No minds could be changed, no charges withdrawn. Whatever Nathan Abramov had wanted to tell Pierre Grau would remain unsaid. |
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He said, "One of the reasons I came to San Francisco was to deliver a message to Pierre Grau from Ambassador Nathan Abramov of the Russian UN delegation. They were old friends, from Grau's time at Moscow University, years ago. Abramov urgently wanted to speak with Grau personally. I was not told what it was about. I was only to inform Grau. Have you any idea what the Russian might have wanted to say to Grau? Did you know the two were acquainted?" |
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"No, Colonel. I knew that Pierre had studied in Moscow. Only that." |
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Morgan shrugged. "Dead end, then. I'm only guessing but it must be related to your accident. I think Abramov wanted Grau to stop your publicity tour." |
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Anna Neville stared bitterly at Morgan. "You think that, do you, Colonel.'?" |
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Morgan's patience was waning. "Do you know how long it would take for a nuclear IRBM to fly the thirteen hundred miles between Hudson Bay and the ICBM fields in Nebraska or the Dakotas? Six minutes, Mrs. Neville. Six fucking minutes." |
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Anna stared at him, horrified by the picture his words brought to mind. |
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In a less hostile tone Morgan said, "I don't suggest that an enemy of the United States is trying to establish a base in Canada. But if you saw a submarine last December, we had better find out what connection there is between the people who sent it into Hudson Bay and the killers of Pierre Grau," He stopped suddenly. "What is it?" |
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Anna Neville's shoulders stiffened as her eyes focused on |
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