"I'm afraid you've taken this thing far too seriously, General." Jarvis sat unmoved by Lusana's outburst. "You've got to face reality. As my grandfather was fond of saying, you've bought yourself a pig in a poke."
"I refuse to accept that," Lusana said stubbornly.
Jarvis casually removed his glasses and inserted them in their case. "You are, of course, free to ask for neutral opinions from other intelligence organizations, General, but I think I can safely say that Wild Rose will get pretty much the same reception wherever you present it."
"I demand you verify De Vaal's intent to set the operation in motion!" Lusana shouted.
Controlling his rising anger, Jarvis rose, buttoned his jacket, and faced Daggat. "Congressman, if you will excuse me, I must get back to my office."
"I understand," Daggat said. He came out from behind his desk and took Jarvis by the arm. "Let me show you to the elevator."
Jarvis nodded at Lusana, diplomatically forcing a friendly expression. "General?"
Lusana stood trembling, his hands clenched tightly, saying nothing. He turned and stared out a window.
As soon as they stepped into the elevator foyer, Daggat said to Jarvis, "I apologize for the general's erratic behavior. But you must understand the tremendous strain he has shouldered these past months. And then there was the long flight from Mozambique last night."
"Jet lag has been known to make men testy." Jarvis arched an eyebrow. "Or could it be he's suffering conscience pangs over his back-door entry."
Daggat moistened dry lips. "You know?"
Jarvis smiled amiably. "Routine. Don't worry, Congressman. Our job is to keep tabs on men like the general. The NSA is not in the business of prosecuting civil violations. What Immigration doesn't know in this case won't hurt them. A piece of advice, though. If I were you, I wouldn't let the general hang around Washington too long. Befriending a radical revolutionary might prove embarrassing to a man of your reputation."
"General Lusana is not a radical."
Jarvis shrugged, unimpressed. "That remains to be seen."
The red "down" light flashed above the elevator. Jarvis started to turn. "There is one more thing," said Daggat. "A favor."
The elevator bell rang and the doors parted. The interior was empty. "If I can," Jarvis said, his eyes shifting from Daggat to his only means of escape.
"Check out Operation Wild Rose. I'm not asking for a maximum effort from your people," Daggat hastened to add. "Only a few probes that may or may not confirm its validity."
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The doors began to close. Jarvis held them open, one foot in, one foot still on the foyer floor. "I'll instigate an inquiry," he said. "But I warn you, Congressman, you may not like what we find."
Then the doors clunked shut and he was gone.
It was ten o'clock when Daggat came awake. He was in his office alone. His staff had long since left for home. He looked at his watch and figured he had dozed for nearly an hour. He rubbed his eyes and stretched as he vaguely heard the outer-office door open and close. He didn't bother to look up, thinking it was the cleaning crew. It was only after he failed to tune in the familiar sounds of wastebaskets being emptied and vacuum cleaners humming that he became aware of a strange presence.
Felicia Collins leaned languidly against the doorway, saying nothing, just staring at Daggat.
A thought triggered in the back of his mind and he rose and made an apologetic gesture. "I'm sorry, time slipped away from me. I completely forgot our dinner date."
"You're forgiven," she said.
He reached for his coat. "You must be starved."
"By the fourth martini, all hunger pangs disappeared." She peered around the office. "I figured you and Hiram were probably tied up in conference."
"I turned him over to the State Department this afternoon. They're giving him the usual lukewarm treatment reserved for fourth-class visit-ing dignitaries." ;
"Is it safe for him to be out in public?"
"I saw to it that he's provided with round-the-clock security."
"Then he's no longer our houseguest."