uted here to Cain … when it seems to me that the most acplished assassin of our time … perhaps in history … has been relegated to a paratively minor role。 I think that's wrong。 I think Carlos is the man we should be concentrating on。 What happened to Carlos？
'I question your judgment； Alfred；' said the Monk。 'Carlos's time has passed； Cain's moved in。 The old order changes； there's a new and； I suspect； far more deadly shark in the waters。'
'I can't agree with that；' said the man from National Security； his owl…eyes boring into the elder statesman of the intelligence munity。 'Forgive me； David； but it strikes me as if Carlos himself was manipulating this mittee。 To take the attention away from himself； making us concentrate on a subject of much less importance。 We're spending all our energies going after a toothless sand shark while the hammerhead roams free。'
'No one's forgetting Carlos；' objected Manning。 'He's simply not as active as Cain's been。'
'Perhaps；' said Gillette icily； 'that's exactly what Carlos wants us to believe。 And； by God。 we believe it！'
'Can you doubt it？' asked Abbott。 The record of Cain's acplishments is staggering。'
'Can I doubt it？' repeated Gillette。 That's the question； isn't it？ But can any of us be sure？ That's also a valid question。 We now find that both the Pentagon and the Central Intelligence Agency have been literally operating independently of each other； without even conferring as to the accuracy of their sources。'
'A custom rarely…breached in this town；〃 said Abbott； amused。 Again the congressman from Oversight interrupted。 'What are you trying to say； Mr Gillette？'
'I'd like more information about the activities of one Ilyich Ramirez Sanchez。 That's。。。'
'Carlos；' said the congressman。 'I remember my reading。 I see。 Thank you。 Go on； gentlemen。'
Manning spoke quickly。 'May we get back to Zurich； please。 Our remendation is to go after Cain now。 We can spread the word in the Verbrecherwelt； pull in every informer we have； request the co…operation of the Zurich police。 We can't afford to lose another day。 The man in Zurich is Cain！'
Then what was Brussels？' The C。I。A。's Knowlton asked the question as much of himself as anyone at the table。 The method was Cain's； the informants unequivocal。 What was the purpose？'
To feed you false information obviously；' said Gillette。 'And before we make any dramatic moves in Zurich； I suggest that each of you b the Cain files and recheck every source given you。 Have your European stations pull in every informant who so miraculously appeared to offer information。 I have an idea you might find something you didn't expect： the fine Latin hand of Ramirez Sanchez。'
'Since you're so insistent on clarification； Alfred；' interrupted Abbott； 'why not tell us about the unconfirmed occurrence that took place six months ago。 We seem to be in a quagmire here； it might be helpful。'
For the first time during the conference； the abrasive delegate from the National Security Council seemed to hesitate。 'We received word around the middle of August from a reliable source in Aix…en…Provence that Cain was on his way to Marseilles。'
'August？' exclaimed the colonel。 'Marseilles？ That was Leland！ Ambassador Leland was shot in Marseilles。 In August！' 'But Cain didn't fire that rifle。 It was a Carlos kill； that was confirmed。 Bore markings matched with previous assassinations； three descriptions of an unknown dark…haired man on the third and fourth floors of the waterfront warehouse carrying a satchel。 There was never any doubt that Leland was murdered by Carlos。'
'For Christ's sake；' roared the officer。 'That's after the fact； after the kill！ No matter whose； there was a contract out on Leland； hadn't that occurred to you？ If we'd known about Cain； we might have been able to cover Leland。 He was military property！ Goddamn it； he might be alive today！'
'Unlikely；' replied Gillette calmly。 'Leland wasn't the sort of man to live in a bunker。 And given his life style； a vague warning would have served no purpose。 Besides； had our strategy held together； warning Leland would have been counterproductive。'
'In what way？' asked the Monk harshly。
'It's your fuller explanation。 Our source was to make contact with Cain during the hours of midnight and three in the morning in the rue Sarasin on August twenty…third。 Leland wasn't due until the twenty…fifth。 As I say； had it held together we would have taken Cain。 It didn't； Cain never showed up。'
'And your source insisted on co…operating solely with you；' said Abbott。 To the exclusion of all others。〃
'Yes；' nodded Gillette； trying but unable to conceal his embarrassment 'In our judgment； the risk to Leland had been eliminated … which in terms of Cain turned out to be the truth and the odds for capture greater than they'd ever been。 We'd finally found someone willing to e out and identify Cain。 Would any of you have handled it any other way？'
Silence。 This time broken by the drawl of the astute congressman from Tennessee。
'Jesus Christ Almighty。。。 what a bunch of bullshitters！'
Silence terminated by the thoughtful voice of David Abbott。
'May I mend you； sir； on being the first honest man sent over from the Hill。 The fact that you are not overwhelmed by the rarefied atmosphere of these highly classified surroundings is not lost on any of us。 It's refreshing。'
'I don't think the congressman fully grasps the sensitivity of。。。'
'Oh； shut up； Peter；' said the Monk。 'I think the congressman wants to say something。'
'Just for a bit；' said Walters； 'I thought you were all over twenty…one； I mean； you look over twenty…one； and by then you're supposed to know better。 You're supposed to be able to hold intelligent conversations； exchange information while respecting confidentiality； and look for mon solutions。 Instead； you sound like a bunch of kids jumping on a goddamn carousel； squabbling over who's going to get the cheap brass ring。 It's a hell of a way to spend taxpayers' money。'
'You're oversimplifying； Congressman；' broke in Gillette。 'You're talking about a Utopian fact…finding apparatus。 There's no such thing。'
'I'm talking about reasonable men； sir。 I'm a lawyer and before I came up to this godforsaken circus I dealt with ascending levels of confidentiality every day of my life。 What's so damn new about them？'
'And what's your point？' asked the Monk。
'I want an explanation。 For over eighteen months I've sat on the House Assassination Submittee。 I've ploughed through thousands of pages； filled with hundreds of names and twice as many theories。 I don't think there's a suggested conspiracy or a suspected assassin I'm not aware of。 I've lived with those names and those theories for damn near two years； until I didn't think there was anything left to learn。'
'I'd say your credentials were very impressive；〃 interrupted Abbott。
'I thought they might be； it's why I accepted the Oversight chair。 I thought I could make a realistic contribution； but now I'm not so sure。 I'm suddenly beginning to wonder what I do now。'
'Why？' asked Manning apprehensively。
'Because I've been sitting here listening to the four of you describe an operation that's been going on for three years； involving networks of personnel and informants and major intelligence posts throughout Europe … all centred on an assassin whose 〃list of acplishments〃 is staggering。 Am I substantively correct？〃
'Go on；' replied Abbott quietly； holding his pipe； his expression rapt。 'What's your question？〃
'Who is he？ Who the hell is this Cain？'
The silence lasted precisely five seconds； during which time eyes roamed other eyes； several throats were cleared and no one moved in his chair。 It was as if a decision was being reached without discussion： evasion was to be avoided。 Congressman Efrem Walters； out of the hills of Tennessee by way of the Yale Law Review； was not to be dismissed with facile circumlocution that dealt with the esoterica of clandestine manipulations。 Bullshit was out。
David Abbott put his pipe down on the table； the quiet clatter his overture。 'The less public exposure a man like Cain receives the better it is for everyone。'
'That's no answer；' said Walters。 'But I assume i