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； Information； Finance； Import/Export； Legal Procedures； Military Supply； Scientific Research 。。。 and hardly the least； Presidium Appointments。 。。。 These are your domains； but you have been cut out from all final decisions。 That is no longer acceptable…changes must be made！〃
The assembled listeners rose almost as one； no longer strangers but； instead； people united in a cause。 Then one； the obviously cautious bureaucrat who had closed the door； spoke。 〃You appear to know our situations well； sir； but what can change them？〃
〃These；〃 announced Carlos； gesturing dramatically at the file folders spread out across the low table。 Slowly the small group sat down； singly and in couples； looking at one another when not staring at the folders。 〃On this table are secretly gathered confidential dossiers of your superiors in each of the departments represented here。 They contain such injurious information that when presented by you individually will guarantee your immediate promotions； and in several cases your succession to those high offices。 Your superiors will have no choice； for these files are daggers aimed at their throats…exposure would result in disgrace and execution。〃
〃Sir？〃 A middle…aged woman in a neat but nondescript plain blue dress cautiously stood up。 Her blond…gray hair was swept back into a stern bun； she touched it briefly； self…consciously； as she spoke。 〃I evaluate personnel files on a daily basis 。。。 and frequently discover errors 。。。 how can you be certain these dossiers are accurate？ For if they are not accurate； we could be placed in extremely dangerous situations； is that not so？〃
〃That you should even question their accuracy is an affront； madame；〃 replied the Jackal coldly。 〃I am the monseigneur from Paris。 I have accurately described your individual situations and accurately depicted the inferiority of your superiors。 Further； and at great expense and risk to myself and my associates here in Moscow； I have covertly funneled monies to you so as to make your lives more fortable。〃
〃Speaking for myself；〃 interrupted a gaunt man wearing glasses and a brown business suit； 〃I appreciate the money…I assigned mine to our collective fund and expect a moderate return…but does one have anything to do with the other？ I am with the Ministry of Finance； of course； and having admitted that； I absolve myself of plicity for being clear about my status。〃
〃Whatever that means； accountant； you're about as clear as your paralyzed ministry；〃 interrupted an obese man in a black suit too small for his girth。 〃You also cast doubt on your ability to recognize a decent return！ Naturally； I'm with Military Supply； and you consistently shortchange us。〃
〃As you do constantly with Scientific Research！〃 exclaimed a short； tweedy professorial member of the audience； the irregularity of his clipped beard due； no doubt； to poor vision； despite the thick spectacles bridging his nose。 〃Returns； indeed！ What about allocations？〃
〃More than sufficient for your grade…school scientists！ The money is better spent stealing from the West！〃
〃Stop it！〃 cried the priest…assassin； raising his arms like a messiah。 〃We are not here to discuss interdepartmental conflicts； for they will all be resolved with the emergence of our new elite。 Remember！ I am the monseigneur from Paris； and together we will bring about a new； cleansed order for our great revolution！ placency is over。〃
〃It is a thrilling concept； sir；〃 said a second woman； a female in her early thirties； her skirt expensively pleated； her pact features obviously recognized by the others as a popular newscaster on television。 〃However； may we return to the issue of accuracy？〃
〃It is settled； 〃said the dark…eyed Carlos； staring in turn at each person。 〃How else would I know all about you？〃
〃I do not doubt you； sir；〃 continued the newscaster。 〃But as a journalist I must always seek a second source of verification unless the ministry determines otherwise。 Since you are not with the Ministry of Information； sir； and knowing that whatever you say will remain confidential； can you give us a secondary source？〃
〃Am I to be hounded by manipulated journalists when I speak the truth？〃 The assassin caught his breath in anger。 〃Everything I've told you is the truth and you know it。〃
〃So were the crimes of Stalin； sir； and they were' buried along with twenty million corpses for thirty years。〃
〃You want proof； journalist？ I'll give you proof。 I have the eyes and the ears of the leaders of the KGB…namely； the great General Grigorie Rodchenko himself。 He is my eyes and my ears； and if you care to know a harsher truth； he is beholden to me！ For I am his monseigneur from Paris as well。〃
There was a rustling among the captive audience； a collective hesitancy； a wave of quiet throat clearing。 The television newscaster spoke again； now softly； her wide brown eyes riveted on the man in priest's clothes。
〃You may be whatever you say you are； sir；〃 she began； 〃but you do not listen to Radio Moscow's all…night station。 It was reported over an hour ago that General Rodchenko was shot to death this morning by foreign criminals。 。。。 It was also reported that all high officers of the Komitet have been called into an emergency session to evaluate the circumstances of the general's murder。 The speculation is that there had to be extraordinary reasons for a man of General Rodchenko's experience to be lured into a trap by these foreign criminals。〃
〃They will tear apart his files；〃 added the cautious bureaucrat； stiffly getting to his feet。 〃They will put everything under a KGB microscope； searching for those 〃extraordinary reasons。' 〃 The circumspect public official looked at the killer in priest's clothes。 〃Perhaps they will find you； sir。 And your dossiers。〃
〃No；〃 said the Jackal； perspiration breaking out on his high forehead。 〃No！ That is impossible。 I have the only copies of these dossiers…there are no others！〃
〃If you believe that； priest；〃 said the obese man from the Ministry of Military Supply； 〃you do not know the Komitet。〃
〃Know it？〃 cried Carlos； a tremor developing in his left hand。 〃I have its soul！ No secrets are kept from me； for I am the repository of all secrets！ I have volumes on governments everywhere； on their leaders； their generals； their highest officials…I have sources all over the world！〃
〃You don't have Rodchenko anymore；〃 continued the black…suited man from Military Supply； he； too； getting out of his chair。 〃And e to think of it； you weren't even surprised。〃
〃What？〃
〃For most of us； perhaps all of us； the first thing we do upon rising in the morning is to turn on our radios。 It's always the same foolishness and I suppose there's fort in that； but I'd guess most of us knew about Rodchenko's death。 。。。 But you didn't； priest； and when our television lady told you； you weren't astonished； you weren't shocked…as I say； you weren't even surprised。〃
〃Certainly I was！〃 shouted the Jackal。 〃What you don't understand is that I have extraordinary control。 It's why I'm trusted； needed by the leaders of world Marxism！〃
〃That's not even fashionable；〃 mumbled the middle…aged； grayish…blond woman whose expertise was in personnel files； she also stood up。
〃What are you saying？〃 Carlos's voice was now a harsh； condemning whisper； rising rapidly in intensity and volume。 〃I am the monseigneur from Paris。 I have made your lives fortable far beyond your miserable expectations and now you question me？ How would I know the things I know…how could I have poured my concentration and my resources into you here in this room if I were not among the most privileged in Moscow？ Remember who I am！〃
〃But we don't know who you are；〃 said another man； rising。 Like the other males； his clothes were neat； somber and well pressed； but there was a difference in that they were better tailored； as though he took considerable pains with his appearance。 His face； too； was different； it was paler than the others and his eyes were more intense； more focused somehow； giving the impression that when he spoke he weighed his words with great care。 〃Beyond the clerical title you've appropriated； we have no knowledge as to your identity and you obviously do not care to reveal it。 As to what you know； you've recounted blatant weaknesses and subsequent injustices in our departmental systems； but they are rampant throughout the ministries。 You might as well have picked a dozen others like us from a dozen other divisions； and I dare say the plaints would have been the same。 Nothing new there…〃
〃How dare you？〃 screamed Carlos the Jackal； the veins in his neck pronounced。 〃Who are you to say such things to me？ I am the monseigneur from Paris； a true son of the Revolution！〃
〃And I am a judge advocate in the Ministry of Legal Procedures； rade Monseigneur； and a much younger product of that revolution。 I may not know the heads of the KGB； who you claim are your minions； but I know the penalties for taking the legal processes in our own hands and personally…secretly…confronting our superiors rather than reporting directly to the Bureau of Irregularities。 They are penalties I'd rather not face without far more thorough evidentiary materials than unsolicited dossiers from unknown sources； concei