Misery Loves Company: The Life & Death of Bruce Gilden Page #3

For all of us

To get lost in.

Dodgson got away, but i didn't forget

??? Noment.

All these years,

Nurturing bits of data,

Seemingly meaningless pieces

Of evidence.

You have to have the patience

Of a saint.

James.

I looked over Kahns

Delivery invoices

For the past ten years

And discovered

That sometime in the '50s

Dodgson had been delivering

To a double agent,

My friend

And former colleague

Adrian Philby.

With Philby gone,

It seemed logical to suppose

???

For Philby's replacement.

What, his replacement?

Sasha.

Starik knew

He could sacrifice Philby.

Sasha was still delivering

Valuable information.

Cheking through Kahns clients

Who had been on the receiving

End of deliveries

During the previous ten years,

I was able

To identify the names

Of 167 full-time

Company employees

And 64 contract employees.

you matched

The liquor delivery list

Against the names

Of company employees

Who were currently

Out of the country

Whose last names

Began with k

And who spoke Russian?

That's pretty

Damn clever, James.

It seemed too good

To be true.

It was.

None of the names

Cross-referenced.

It may have looked

Like a dead end

To the ordinary eye,

But not to mine.

Last Saturday, as my wife

Was on the telephone

Making restaurant reservations

In her maiden name...

tonight at 8:
00.

Security precautions...

Under the name Deautremont.

Oh, yes.

Sasha could have a wife.

Yes. Yes.

Sasha could have his wife

Order the liquor from Kahns

Using her maiden name.

In the six years

Between Philby's disappearance

And Max Kahns arrest,

I've compared the maiden names

Of the wives

Dodgson had delivered

Liquor to

Against the suspects

From the pinnacle leads.

That's brilliant.

So what maiden name?

You're not going

To like it.

What?

Was it great?

Tell me everything.

Oh, it was wonderful--

The French countryside,

The food, the wine,

Everything except for the part

Where father went off

To get cigarettes

And got completely lost.

What happened, daddy?

Oh, your mother thought

I had a brief encounter

With a local peasant girl,

But really, i just couldn't

Understand the directions

People were giving me.

Mm-hmm.

Well, Im not quite convinced

That he didn't have an affair

With a French girl.

I can't speak French

Well enough to order lunch,

Let alone lure

Some stranger into bed.

Mr. Kritzky?

I've been instructed

To hand deliver

This eyes-only letter

To you, sir.

What is it, daddy?

The director wants

To see me right away.

Doesn't say why.

Sir, i have

Transportation waiting.

What department

Are you with?

I'm with the department

Of internal security, sir.

What's going on, Leo?

I don't know.

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