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investigating the plump public servant's private
investments. Down in the ladies' room with her fully
bugged handbag, the lovely T-woman was chagrined to
find on playback that she had recorded sweet nothings
indeed, a dialog of woofs and tweets. She decided the
senator was onto them and that he had a scrambler.
But as CIA, DIA, and DDT browsed over one
scenario after another in search of the perfect play, Fate
had already concluded the drama and dropped the
curtain on Operation Archangel. Far from being at this
minute off on their cans with the editor of Time, or even
up to their necks in booze and hookers, Daniel Wolton
and Bob Eagerly (along with the borrowed pilot) were
over their heads in the deep water of Bredforet Pond.
According to Eagerly's smashed Omega watch, they
had been there since 1:33 A.M., Tuesday, June 1.
There in the black, muddy stillness, tangled among
algae and weeds, lay the carcass of a silt-covered
helicopter, property of American taxpayers. Half out of
its jagged hole floated dreamily in a Brooks Brothers
suit Daniel Wolton, OSS, INR. His leg was hooked
through a shaft of steel. Drifting against his Bond Street