Douglas - The CIA Covenant-Nazis in Washington - preterhuman.net

And poor Irmgard. She now lusts after Heini’s brother but cannot get at him. He will be coming toWashington (as my guest, of course) in a week so Irmgard can get her battery recharged. I will put both ofthem up at a hotel so we won’t have to bother with their mating rituals.And good news! Truman will come!Now all we have to do is fix the date, buy the meat and vegetables, polish the armor and hire sometemporary servants.I want to be careful not to appear too rich or the President might get jealous but a good showmight impress him. I have stressed to him my own humble origins, as compared with the Dulles brothers,and I know it hits a point with him.I think we will sit ten to table. There might be one more but I like even numbers and I am toldTruman is somewhat superstitious and doesn’t want thirteen. I do not want to invite Clifford. He does notlike me after the wig business and he would monopolize every conversation throughout the evening.Hoover would be out. He would no doubt want tomato ketchup at the table with paper napkins and grapejuice.Enough of this.I am expecting another shipment of drawings tomorrow and I want to get up early enough to walkMaxl and be here just as they arrive. I alone get to open the boxes and only safely upstairs.This place is beginning to look like Hearst owned it! Still, better to have too much than notenough!Thursday, 4 May 1950Every so often, one plants a seed and then forgets about it. Actually, doesn’t forget about it but itgets pushed to the bottom of the pile. A little earlier, I had the acute pleasure in seeing one of my smallacorns suddenly sprout into a massive oak tree! It started early in the morning when Angleton called me insome agitation and said he simply had to see me at once. As he knows full well who I am and where I live,I told him finally to come over. He said he would walk, not being that far from here, but from the look onhis face, I would rather thought he had run over.He had not yet been inside the house and he was greatly impressed with the nice things I have onthe first floor. Such a nervous, pale and very obviously distraught man he was. Then I took him into mylibrary with all the Catherine the Great items (from her palace) about and asked him to sit down. I turnedon the recording device by the simple expedient of opening a desk drawer and asked him what I could dofor him.Although badly frightened, he managed to maintain his sly demeanor...at least up to a point. Heasked me if I had ever heard of a Brontös Karlsefni! The oak had grown at last! I said that I certainlyrecognized the name. What did my honored guest want to know about this man?What could I tell him about this man?What did he himself know?Brontös Karlsefni, according to our subsequent conversation, was an Icelander from an old Norsefamily. He had lived in various countries and had done intelligence work for a number of these countries,including Germany. Yes, I cautiously acknowledged, I had used this man’s services in the past.Angleton then went straight to the point, that is how badly rattled he was. Normally, he wouldwander around making sly, oblique remarks that would mask his ignorance and give him the impression ofknowing everything. In this case, it was I who knew everything but he didn’t know that.It comes down to the fact that Angleton, and others at the CIA, have heard that this man, whomight be working for the NKVD, had amassed considerable information on many OSS people and, ofcourse, of many CIA people. Angleton heard that Karlsefni might be trying to sell his papers here in theUnited States but he did not know to whom. Since I had known K. “in my previous life” (as if I were thevictim of reincarnation) A. wanted to know if I had heard from K. If I had not, did I know how to contacthim?I would have absolutely no problem whatsoever in getting into contact with the elusive Karlsefnibecause I am Karlsefni! I invented this man many years ago as a cat’s-paw or a straw man upon whom Ican blame many things. I at once told A. that if he would wait a moment, I would get a file.I didn’t even have to go to the wine cellar and within five minutes, I was back again, just in timeto catch Angleton attempting to get into my desk. He pretended he was looking at my silver-framed pictureof Bunny (whom he knows socially) and we all went on with the theater.He looked at the file and went as white as my handkerchief. “Oh, my God, we are all finished!” hekept saying.