other-side-of-deception-victor-ostrovsky

ience with another spy book, called Spycatcher, which they had keptsecret up to publication date, and then it was banned by the British.He was sure they'd be able to handle this one much the same way."You don't suppose you'll be able to get the Israelis to ban your book,do you?" he asked as we were about to leave. I laughed. "I don't thinkso," I said. "After all, they have the British experience to learn from:the ban made the book a best-seller.""I suppose you're right," Nelson said.IOnce in the car, I wanted to jump up and down and shout for joy.Things were going great, and I was determined to move forward fast. Imade a collect call from a pay phone to Ephraim, giving him thewhole story. I was in the booth for almost an hour, leaving someonewith a big phone bill.IEphraim agreed with my assessment that the Mossad wouldn't tryto stop the book, but he promised that he'd think of a way to at leastmake a loud bang, drawing attention to it. If this thing worked, we'dall achieve what we wanted. 1ome time in the afternoon, the phone rang; Eli was on the line. Hewas calling from New York and wanted me to call him back in anhour. That was a prearranged message, and I knew that I should goto a clean phone and call him. I had the number, and he would acceptthe charges.He was as unpleasant as usual, and I couldn't help imagining hissquare face with its thin crow's-feet wrinkles and steady squint, asthough he were in the glaring sun even when he was seaced in a semidarkenedmovie theater. Before all this had happened, I knew him tobe a pleasant man and quite a joker, but this whole anti-Mossad activitywas troubling him. Even though he thought it was right, he wouldhave preferred, as would probably every one of us, to be left alone andnot know anything about it."Did you hear what happened in London?" he asked. He wasreferring to the Brits' having expelled just about all of the MossadLondon station and their pointing to two of the three case officersloaned from the European headquarters in Brussels. The British hadposted, in a very obtrusive fashion, police officers outside seven of thesafe houses the Mossad was holding in London at the time. Eventhough they were unofficially pointing to only seven out of severalhundred, the message was clear enough.There was no way for the Mossad to know from that point onhow many of its assets were compromised or whether any further,meetings with sayanirn would endanger them."Yes, I heard." I said. "How long before they have a new stationin place?""That's none of your business," Eli replied."I don't like your attitude," I said. "It's only a matter of luck that