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COMPLpproved For F~e~lease 20091?GADP88k1CNg0 00 -2 nLU At 5:54, Stephen Greer parked his car in the Burning Tree parking lot, walked to the locker room, changed his clothes (but not his shoes), picked up his clubs, and went out onto the course. Ten minutes later, the clubs were abandoned at Hole No. 4, and of the man himself, there was not a trace-anywhere! ... by Fletcher Knebel ^ We were three for lunch in the long, cool room: Stephen Greer, Miguel Loo- mis, and I. Greer motioned me to the oak c:iair on his left. That put Miguel on Greer's right at the heavy oak table, an unobtrustive bit of protocol that appeared to elude young Miguel. Although I had known Stephen Greer fairly well for some years, this was the first time that I had been invited to lunch in the law-firm's private dining room in the Ring Building. The conditioned air provided a haven from Washington's late August heat, which stewed on the side- walks and soft macadam of Connecticut Avenue seven stories below. Only the intricate web of politics could bring the White House press secretary and Stephen Greer, a prominent attorney and close friend of President Paul Roude- bush, to this table to listen to a young physicist who had just passed his twenty- fifth birthday. Greer and I had canceled other luncheon appointments to meet here. That was a fascinating aspect of politics, simple enough if one knew the pattern, incomprehensible if one did not. The key at this lunch was Miguel's father, Bernard Loomis. He was a blunt, flinty character, a phenomenal fund- raiser for our party in California and thus a man who could expect any reasonable favor from the administration. Miguel, who had a master's degree in physics, was spending a year in Wash- ington on a fellowship at the Atomic En- ergy Commission as part of his work to- ward a doctorate. "O.K., Mike," Greer said. "Well," said Miguel, "you know I came here in June after getting my master's at Cal. Tech. There are five other men on fel- lowships in my section, all working on Ph.D.s as I am. The idea is to familiarize Approved For Release 2005/08/22 : CIA ` f pggL f 1 &OOR06020OP4OOd1'o2loday & Company, Inc. VANISHED [continued] asked him who the donors were, he the subject off-handedly in a sociil con- ~-~- . Reid e200IM22i;1 ~I-FS-`b~"5doo?0070001-2 us with how the Atomic Energy Com- remain anonymous.' wa ed he seven blocks to the mission works. Anyway, I was surprised "I don't see why this concerns us, White House and entered the west wing to learn that two of the fellowship men Mike," said Greer. lobby, exchanging a few words with the not only get paid by the AEC, as I am, "I think a lot of young physicists are newspapermen sitting on the green but also by another organization being secretly subsidized by the CIA," leather lounges. called ..." Miguel said, "and I think that's a hell When I draped my coat on the back "Whoa!" Greer held up a hand. of a sorry business and I think Presi- of my office swivel chair, Jill's hair, as "Back up a minute. Who's paid by dent Roudebush ought to knock it off." usual, was enfolding the telephone, and whom?" "What makes you think it's the she was whispering into the mouthpiece. "These six fellowships are AEC Agency?" asked Greer. How to explain Jill Nichols? She had grants, paid directly by the commission. "It squares with the way the CIA has been whispering into that same phone But two of the six of us also get extra been known to operate." for more than three years. Once we money-a good deal of it, seventy-five "Assuming what you say is correct," counted the calls for a week and found hundred a year-from the Spruance asked Greer, "what's wrong with Cen- she murmured, "Mr. Culligan's office," Foundation." tral Intelligence subsidizing young ninety-three times a day. "What foundation?" asked Greer. physicists?" Jill's hairdo was ridiculous. Her hair "Spruance," said Miguel. "I'm a physicist, damn it," said Mi- was blond, trimmed in severe bangs, "I never heard of it," I said. guel. His dark face flushed. "We're straight to her shoulders. She was "I went to both of the men and trained to follow the truth wherever it twenty-four years old, but she resem- asked them about it. One guy said the leads, in a laboratory at Cal. Tech or in bled one of those teen-age girls who Spruance Foundation was an outfit that Moscow or Bucharest. We have to trust wear black boots and white stockings wanted to attract more bright, young one another. How would you feel, if and talk obscurely about being unable fellows into physics by offering larger you were a leading physicist, if you to "relate" to anyone. She came to the rewards. If I was interested, he said, found out that your young assistant on press office right out of Swarthmore. he'd send one of the Spruance repre- an experiment was really there to spy I could not fire her because she was sentatives around to talk to me. A cou- on you?" tormentingly efficient, somewhat like a ple of weeks later, a man of about "But if Spruance is really Agency clock that strikes regularly on the forty-five or fifty, a good-looking guy, money, the purpose must be in the na- wrong hour, and, more important, I obviously well educated, called on me tional interest," said Greer. was in love with her. I say "in love" be- one night at the apartment. He said he "Just because it's the Government, cause I was not sure whether I loved was from Spruance and he had a prop- it's in the national interest?" asked Mi- her. I was thirty-eight-or fourteen osition that might appeal to me for guel. "What business does the CIA have years older than Jill-and had no han- what he called `patriotic motives.' All infiltrating the ranks of science? You kering to become known as the poor I really had to do for my money was to can defend that kind of spook business man's William O. Douglas. Also, those listen and remember what I heard if you want to, but I think it stinks." fourteen years could have been three about international developments and Greer ate slowly for several minutes, generations between us. I was a political international ties of physicists. If I then pushed his chair back from the p.r. man. Jill's world teemed with art heard of some new line of work in It- table. "Mike," he said, "if what you shows, introspective novels by Yugo- aly, or Israel or Russia, I was to report surmise is true, I'd be inclined to agree slavs and Chileans, classic Spanish it. Also, Spruance wanted the names of with you. Right off, I see no earthly guitar, vacations at unknown islands, American physicists who worked with reason why the Agency should be us- and off-beat friends who spent their foreign scientists, visited them socially, ing young physicists as a front for one time groping for identity. Jill's best or traveled a lot." of the Agency's `black' operations. friend was her roommate, Butter "Did he give a name?" asked Greer. Gene? What do you think?" Nygaard. In her spare time, Butter "Yes," said Miguel. "Smith. The next "Ditto," I said. Ever since my days twisted iron into pornographic shapes day I went up to the Library of Con- in newspaper city rooms, I had taken a and smoked pot. gress and looked up Spruance in the dim view of the CIA. Now the Agency I didn't understand Jill, but she fas- directory of tax-exempt foundations. It was a colossus, and some of the things cinated me. I saw her as many nights as isn't listed and never has been. I looked I had learned about it since arriving at I could, and sometimes, when Butter up 'Spruance Foundation' in the Wash- the White House more than three years was making the scene somewhere, I ington phone book. No listing. I tried ago increased my misgivings. spent the night at Jill's apartment in the New York directory, and saw a "Just what do you want us to do?" Georgetown. I felt guilty at times for listing for 'Spruance Foundation' at an Greer asked Miguel. monopolizing Jill and keeping her off East Thirty-eighth Street address in New "I hoped," said Miguel, "that you the marriage market, but she said that York City. So this Monday I went up could persuade the President to order was her worry. there. Spruance was on the third floor. the CIA to drop the Spruance subsidy "How's Miguel?" asked Jill. "Butter It turned out the 'foundation' was just of physicists." would like to see more of him. She calls one room, dirty windows, a filing cabi- "Why don't you let Gene and me him the Aztec Apollo. Butter says he net, and a girt at a typewriter who huddle over this and figure out the best has the most beautiful body she ever didn't seem to have much to do. When way to approach the President," Greer saw." I asked her who the officers were, she said. "In the meantime, you just go "I didn't know she saw that much of said there was only one, a Mr. Maury ahead with your work at the AEC." it," I said. Then I told Jill about the Rimmel of Washington." "O.K., Mr. Greer." Miguel arose at meeting with Greer and Loomis. What "Maury Rimmel," repeated Greer, his place. "I'll just wait to hear from Jill heard, she did not repeat. "I know Maury. He's a lobbyist around you. And thanks." I had my own backed-up calls to re- town. Plays golf out at Burning Tree." turn and I worked until three-thirty, I SAID GOODBYE to Steve. He had seen when the President informed me on the MIGUEL NODDED. 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Can I Roudebush looked li P6 IFtQFTRe1MW1005'/08/22 : CIA-RDP88-0135bADDD2b0740001-2 was tall and big-framed, yet with little "Neither am I," I said. "Sure, I'll be "Is Steve there?" excess poundage and no paunch. His glad to stay. I'd like to put my oar in." "Is he supposed to be here?" thick hair, once black, was now almost And so it was that I was working late all gray. He was a plain man at core. that night on the second floor of the His mental processes were uncompli- west wing when I received the puzzling cated. He became angry, openly, but he seldom brooded. He reached decisions with relsonlhle seed --1 he --steel telephone call from Mrs. Susannah Greer, Steve's wife. p little time bewailing his errors. Wj VV HEN SUSANNAH GREER RETURNED There was a naive quality about him to the old brick house on Brookside that I am sure the voters sensed and Drive in Kenwood about six o'clock found appealing. He believed in prog- that evening, she remembered it was ress, in man's ability to improve his own Thursday, Steve's day for after-work nature, and in a bundle of allied con- golf, for last night had been his Wednes- cepts from the American ethic heritage day Potomac Study Club night. He usu- that I had long since soured on. ally arrived from Burning Tree, Wash- When I entered his office, he put ington's all-male golf course, about down a paper he was reading, and seven-thirty. pushed his spectacles up. But tonight, seven-thirty came, and "What are the boys worrying about then eight, and finally eight-thirty, with- today?" out him. Reluctantly, she dialed the I ticked off a half-dozen items. Au- telephone number of Burning Tree. gust had been placid for the Roudebush "This is Mrs. Stephen Greer. I'd like administration, the minority party n-ak- to speak to my husband please, if he's ing most of the headlines with its Hous- still there." ton convention and the nomination of "I'll switch you to the bar." The line Governor Stanley Wolcott of Illinois as stuttered a moment, then a heavy voice the candidate to oppose Roudebush at said: "Nineteenth hole." the November election. "This is Mrs. Stephen Greer. May I The President said: "I got a phone speak to Mr. Greer please?" call from Steve. He told me about Mi- "Oh, Sue. This is Maury Rimmel." guel Loomis's problem and said you'd The voice had a whiskey heartiness. supply the details." "Steve isn't here. Just Joe Hopkinson I told him about the luncheon meet- and myself, finishing up a gin game." ing in Steve Greer's office and Miguel "I was trying to locate Steve." Loomis's suspicions. "Hey, Joe." Rimmel was talking "Spruance," the President said, test- across the room. "When did Steve ing the word. "Physicists. Is that name Greer finish up?" familiar to you, Gene?" The answer was indistinct to Sue. "No. sir. I never heard of it before." Then Rimmel said: "We don't remem- He sat quietly, thinking, for a mo- her seeing Steve since we saw him at ment. "Gene, if this is a CIA operation, number one about six. Why don't I go I know nothing about it. I want to hear see if his car is still in the lot." what Arthur has to say." He flipped the It was five minutes before Rimmel key on his intercom box that connected returned to the phone. "Look, Sue, the with Grace Lalley, his secretary. car's still out in the parking lot, but "Grace, please call Arthur Ingram and Steve's nowhere around the clubhouse. set up an appointment here for 4:30 Joe and l checked his locker and we tomorrow. Thanks." The President set- found his suit hanging in there. On the tled back in his chair. "1 want you in other hand, his golf shoes are in the here, too," he said. locker too. Then Joe remembered that Roudebush had inherited Arthur Vic- when we saw Steve at the first tee, he tor Ingram from the previous adminis- was wearing his street shoes." tration. Ingram's following was so "And nobody's seen him since six?" strong and influential that to dismiss She was upset now. "Could something him would be to provoke instant battle. have happened to him out on the Private dining rooms in the CIA's se- course?" eluded fortress in wooded Langley, Vir- "Tell you what, Sue. Joe and I'll get ginia, were the scenes of weekly dinners a cart and a flashlight and have a look where congressmen were served deftly around." filtered secrets of the intelligence Susannah Greer slowly replaced the agency along with the prime ribs and receiver, aware that anxiety was flood- strawberry mousse. Ingram's command ing the initial flowering of relief. The suites and those of his deputy director golf bag . . . the golf shoes and the occupied most of the top floor on the street clothes in Steve's locker. Could front side of the building which he have been summoned suddenly to stretched as long as an aircraft carrier. the White House? I arose to leave and the President She walked swiftly to the hall tele- said: "Gene, I hope you won't mind phone and dialed 465-1414. staying late tonight. I'd like you to sit "Hello." It was the raspy voice of "He was supposed to be home at seven-thirty and I haven't heard from him." "Let me give the agent on the night detail a ring. Maybe Steve's with the President." A minute dragged by. "No," said Culligan. "Steve hasn't been around tonight. I had lunch with him this noon, and he mentioned he was swamped." "Oh," said Sue. "Thanks, Gene." Sue walked slowly back to the living room, her arms folded against the night chill. The phone rang. She wheeled and ran to the hall again. "Mrs. Greer?" asked an unfamiliar male voice. "Yes. This is Susannah Greer." "Mrs. Greer, I have a message for you. I will read it slowly: Quote. Dear- est Sue: Please don't worry, Cubby. Have faith in me. I'll return when I can, but may take time. I love you. Un- quote." "Who is this?" But in mid-question she heard the telephone click at the other end. THE FIRST BLUE-STREAK EDITION Of the Friday, August 27, Washington Evening Star carried a three-column photograph of Stephen Greer on page one. The story ran a column on the front page and four more inside. The article disclosed the disappear- ance of Greer, a five-hour search of the Burning Tree Club grounds by police, and the surmise of Chief Thad Wilson, of the Metropolitan Police, that Greer probal ly walked off the course about 8 P.M. Thursday. The writer said that Miguel Loomis, a young friend of the family, had been enlisted as a liaison man between Mrs. Greer and the press. The article reported the widespread police opinion that Greer had disap- peared voluntarily. Stephen Byfield Greer is regarded as one of the leading attorneys of the District of Columbia bar and is a senior partner in the prominent firm of Greer, Hilstrater, Tomlin & DeLuca. He has practiced law here since his graduation, third in his class, from Columbia University Law School. The disappearance, unless quickly re- solved, could have national implications in view of the upcoming presidential cam- paign. President Paul Roudebush is slated to open his campaign for re-election eleven days hence with a Labor Day speech in Chicago. Gov. Stanley Wolcott of Illinois, the opposition candidate nomi- nated at the recent Houston convention, will kick off his campaign the same day in Detroit's Cadillac Square. Greer has been close to President Roudebush since the President's terms in the Senate and was an adviser during the successful Roudebush presidential cam- paign. in on the first draft o m Labo ? a F~6I~ t r $ e z ipprovec~ Re~' a i' OU'8 0&f . d -'IbP8T8'61350` (&,kb-r#d-Tj?e - to floor, Sena- 129 VANISHED I~ontinucdl "TueIday night. I said. "Greer came t is 'f 'r nrforatalk " ` 011 NII UP Miami Toledo r U0,01-2 elqAs?, QpWP&?gf: Q14- ~$,4135b~ r clan for Governor Wolcott, leaned to- "I doi't know." ward his colleague on the right. "What do you make of this hii iness Moffat asked. "Its a puzzler." said the other senator. "A close Iriend of it President of the United States doesn't disappear at the outset ref a presidential campaign unless he's in had trouble." agreed Moffat. I I otOKI a :sr MY NOTES on the square. lined pad. \ dozen items all began Stith the saute symbol: G. We were nearing the cud of one of the most hectic days in months. "Let's get them in here. Jill.' I said. Jill s desk looked like a typhoon had swept it \s ever, she was whispering into the telephone. The long hair dripped to her shoulders. She hrushed at the hair. finished her low conversa- tion. moved across the room. straight- ened its desk sign. syhich read simply, "('ulligan .. and planted a print kiss on my torehe,al. She walked with her sinuous. bone- less flow. Opening the door. she called. "Press'" in that fey yoke of a child. then stepped hack quickly to asoid the surging tide of journalism. tile newsmen swarmed around my desk. The normal contingent of thirty White House regulars had swelled to more than a hundred men and women. "NO announcements," I said. "..wept that the President is keeping all ap- poinrtuents on the list." ( Arthur In- granl's 4:.ti) call was off-the-record and thus had not been posted.) ''So let's go to questions.'. "Greer. What else.'" said Daye Paul- ick. who wrote and edited D.P,'.r Dus- tirr, ;a newsletter of tiff -thousand cir- culation which specialized in uncorking Washington scandals. "\\e don't know an\ more about the situation than you do. Dace. I he presi- dent is following the police reports as they conic in. We know. naturally. that Stephen Urger has disappeared. Beyond that, we're stymied... "Il.s the President spoken Greer:'.. Yes. tie expressed his concern Airs. Greer and. of course. olfered help in an\ was he call." THE Q('r.STiONS 1`1 1 sin for another five minutes while Jill stood with her hack to the door. guardian n} mph of the exit. IL d the FBI been called in? No. So far to indication of a violation of federal law. What was Greer advising on currently? General policy. Had Greer ever been to a psychiatrist? Don't know, but think implications of ques- tion are out of order. Had any tips been phoned to the White House'.' Yes. Mostly cranks, but the Secret Sersice recorded them al and passed on a few leads to the police. Jill. -muting heatificalls. opened the door. f he herd stampeded to the lobby. Her pale lipstick against white skin made her appear unusually delicate in the mile crush of bodies. Jill chased the door and turned to me. ''Ilao,_ I told you today that I'm very fond of sou?- "You sound like my kid sister.'' "'I ell me more at nn" place tonight. Butter has it date. Right?" "Right." I watched as she padded swivel chair. 'h he buzzer on nn green phone. my direct line to the President's office, set off it low, steady drone. Grace Lalley said: '*.Arthur Ingram's waiting. The President says he'd like you in here, if you've f nished with the newsmen." Arthr.r Ingram was already seated in the oral office when I entered. He nodded to nie curtly. I thought. The No. I ntelligence man was immacu- lately groomed as always, his trousers sharply creased and his crossed feet shod in cordovans with a gleaming pol- ish. Ing-anl held his rimless spectacles in his hands. The narrow. tanned face wore an expression of wary confidence. Ingram was an adroit, intense. aloof mtan. fit" personality traits were the op- posite of Roudehush's candor. forth- rightnes, and warmth. the President was leaning hack in his chair. I sensed it tension in the room. "Hale it Chair, Gene." he said. "I've merely told Arthur that I wanted to dis- cuss the Agency's operations among scientist,. Why don't Nita just sketch the alfair as you did for tile yesterday." "Yes. sir." I said. "Yesterday noon I and %1i_ucl Loomis, the son of the Edu- cational Micro president, had luncheon in the Rine Building With Steve Greer." I tole the story as Miguel related it the day hefore. adding for Ingram's benefit a few words ahout the political inlporta ice of Miguel's father. Barney. \\'hen finished. Ingranl's eves left mine aid went inquiringly to those of the President. "Well. Arthur," said the President in him"'' it lcasant tone, "what about it?" elease 2005/08/22 : CIA-RDP88-013501000200740001-2 ''Look. Gene. can't we quote soil di- rect sonrehosv on just how the President is taking this.''" I glanced at the note pad. "You can quote raie directly on this one thing. Quote. President Roudehush is deeply concerned. Stephen Greer is one of his best friends as well as a trusted, it unot- ficial. adviser. Naturally. therefore. the President's concern is a personal One and he looks torward to an early sOlu- tion. 1 nquote.' "When did the President last talk to "Except for a few unimportant de- tails," said Ingram, 'tl}p F cFo&r rect as far as it goes. mr is a the atomic scientists' project last fall and used the Spruance Foundation as a conduit for funds." "Does this project have an Agency name?" "Yes," said Ingram. He colored slightly. "Operation Flycatcher." "And why was I not informed of this?" asked the President. "Because of our quite explicit under- standing at our first session after you took office," said Ingram swiftly. "You said you wanted to be consulted on broad policy, on major new undertak- ings of a sensitive nature, but that you could not and would not deal in day-to- day details of Agency operation." "Is Operation Flycatcher confined to young men, or have you also tried to recruit some older nuclear scientists?" "So far," said Ingram, "we have con- fined it to men working on masters' and doctors' degrees. We hope, of course, that many of these men will continue to serve the Agency throughout their ca- reers." "Who is this Mr. Rimmel, who heads Spruance for you?" asked the President. "A Maury Rimmel is a member at Burning Tree, the one who searched for Steve last night. Is that the man?" "Yes, sir. A number of businessmen cooperate with us, as you know, some without compensation, some for a fee. Rimmel is paid a fee." It occurred to me that Ingram would find it quite handy to have a man on a CIA retainer circulating at Burning Tree. The implication was Machiavel- lian, of course, and I wondered if I were being overly suspicious. R OUDEBUSH AROSE, pushed his hands into his coat pockets, and walked to the French doors. He stood for a moment, gazing at the back of a Secret Service man on duty on the outside walkway. "Arthur," he said when he turned to us again, "why isn't it possible to obtain the same information you get from the young scientists via normal embassy and Agency channels?" "I just don't believe we'd get the same kind of result," said Ingram. The President returned to his desk. "The CIA wouldn't be exactly crippled if we ended this operation?" "Crippled, no." Ingram flushed under his tan. "Handicapped, yes." "Suppose I had a son, and suppose he, as a young physicist, had been ap- proached by your people. What would my son say to me when he found out that the CIA was infiltrating the ranks of his colleagues? I think if I were in Miguel Loomis's shoes, I'd be just as disturbed as he is." "I take it you want Operation Fly- catcher dismantled," said Ingram. 11 11 "I respect your wishes, sir, and a]- ~e 1 } 106f lye` 1g 'dJil e0 terminated and the project closed down." "Good," said the President. "I appre- ciate your cooperation, Arthur." Ingram arose and folded his unused glasses into the leather case at his breast pocket. "I'm sorry about Stephen Greer," he said. "I know it must be a shock to you, Mr. President. If the Agency can help in any way, please call me at once." "Thank you, Arthur. For the mo- ment, I think we should let the police handle the case." As Roudebush walked Ingram to the door, he indicated by a nod that I was to remain. He returned to sit on the corner of his desk. "Gene," he said, "can you give me one good reason why Ingram should be using graduate stu- dents in physics as servants of the Agency?" "Frankly, Mr. President, in my book that Spruance-Flycatcher operation is a crude, cynical business." He nodded. "The whole CIA has got- ten out of hand. Subsidizing intellectu- als and labor leaders, buying up univer- sity research brains, fomenting revolu- tions, clandestine paramilitary opera- tions-a whole ball of wax that was never contemplated when the Agency was set up to gather vital information abroad." He paused. "Follow this CIA situation, Gene. Make notes of what I tell you." THERE WAS A KNOCK on the door. Grace Lalley tucked her head into the room. "I think you may want to take this one, Mr. President," she said. "It's from Police Chief Wilson about Mr. Greer." The President answered the phone. He listened a moment, then said as he hung up: "'A ten-year-old boy who lives on Burdette Road says he saw a man being helped into a car last night a little after eight o'clock near the Burn- ing Tree fence. He thinks that altogether there were a total of three men at the car." "I suppose that means the FBI," I said. Roudebush looked up quickly. "You mean kidnapping. Yes, I suppose it does raise that possibility. I'd better call Deskowicz." I stood up. "If the FBI comes into it, I'd appreciate a call. I couldn't hold out on the boys on that one." "Of course not," he said. "I'll get to you in a few minutes." As I entered my office, Jill handed me a yellow sheet, torn from the UPI ticker. UPI-184 (Greer-Finance) New York: Stocks broke sharply today in 1 do. Roudebush s'roved For R&e `'4602 0 ?$1'22$-I4 I.0 l Ili ARNOLD CONSTABLE HENGERERS New York Buffalo CONTEMPO CASUALS TAILORED GIRL Los Angeles Chicago w onBINenNe PIZAZZ VANISHED Icontinaedl Kissich adjusted his steel-frame By late Sunday night Storm had seen AEpro1ed F.or R~Ies0f(~$% 1-t?0 4i1" n r c c:a t t50~~~binet,n~ost of the ance of Stephen B. r r, close mend o L e cs cu 1 e t c ozenlolitical ac President Roudehush. reniarkahly." He still spoke with a trace quaint.inces of Greer. Not one had Brokers attributed the surge of late sell- of Hungarian accent. Year, in the United heard of it Potomac Study Club which ing to the "unsettling Greer news" from State, had not erased it completely. met Wednesday nights or any other Washington, but .generally predicted a rally "But no. See. Deh, these eyes are dif- nights. His sixth sense told Larry Storm Monday since all business indices still ferent. "l hey are set wide apart. The that the Potomac Study Club was a point upward and economists are univer- man who visited here had eves eery phantom. ,ally bullish. 8/27-NIJJ409PI-D close together. And his chin was more At that moment, his phone rang. pointed. Even at 7:45 .A.M.. it was hard to keep It was an hour later when I receiscd "What was his name?" one step ahead of Clyde Moorhead. my expected call from the President. I 'Martin, Morton." he said. "Sonic- "A woman called in late last night." turned to my typewriter, rattled oIl ni thing-or-other Morton. I think. Mr. Moortcad said. "Says she saw Greer's two-finger ballet, then asked Jill to sure- Sonicthine Morton from the National picture in the paper. Claims he's the mon the troops again. The army. only Science Foundation." same man she saw a couple of times slightly depleted, clattered into my of in an R Street apartment. The Wit- lice. I held up the sheet on which I had I P Ittr( K stopped his car approxi- marth." been typing. mauls at the spot where Greer pan- r , "Quote. President Roudehush has fished. made it note of the nileagc on l fit `.VttMSRTlt was it five-story apart- requested the Federal Bureau of lnves- his speedometer. then drove to the near- ment house two blocks off Connecticut tigation to join the search for Stephen est airport marked on his neap. It was Avenu,. Nothing luxurious, but clean It. (freer. FBI Director Peter Desko- the Montgomery Cuunts Airpark at and well-tended. wicz has assigned a task force of special (iailhershurg. Paulick noted the di,- The name plate on -t-( read BE.vERLY agents to the investigation. This does tancc between club and airfield, sixteen WESr Storm rang the hell. A woman not mean that we believe Greer was miles. and the driving time. It took him opened the door for him, closing it kidnapped. It is merely it possibility be- twenty-one minutes. slowly behind his hack. She wore it ing explored. Close quote. That's it." Darkness was settling when he en- loose, white blouse, pink Capri pants tered the operations building. A man in that hugged her legs like sausage skins, ETER DEsxowtcz sat in his office in coveralls stood behind the counter. and pi ik spike-heeled mules. the new FBI building on Pennsylvania "Say, I'm Paulick of Uos.uer. "1 didn't know they had Negro Avenue. Opposite him. Special Agent I wonder if you could help me.' Did it agents " she said. Clyde Moorhead held it sheaf of paper, plane take off from here about eight- "Once it slave. always a slave," he on his lap. twenty Last night, give or take a few said. "Greer had it full field three years minutes."' He took several three-by-five photo- ago when the President wanted him "A Beeclieraft Baron took off at graph, of Stephen (freer from his jacket cleared for defense policy meetings." eight thirty-five. Belongs to Brubaker." pocket and handed them to her. Moorhead said. "Who's Brubaker'."' -Fhat's the cat." ,he said. Deskowicz fingered his own copy of "Arnie Brubaker. He's a charter pilot "Nov,, if you could just tell me when the investigative file. He was it stout, round here. Lives oscr on Barnaby and where you saw Mr. Greer wan, deliberate man whose instinct for Road in Bethesda." seen him around here three caution guided him through the reefs of "When did he conic hack?" times, I think. The first time, last fall. bureaucratic struggle. "Clyde, you "l e hasn't." this other guy, the little one. cones to know how sensitive this is. With the my door. accusing me of having the President up for re-election, and Wol- 11~ r,rt ist.AGENT LAWRENCE STORM record player up too high." colt's people scratching around for any- ,kininied the Monday-morning Wush- "Pardon me," said Storm. "What thing that might damage Roudehush ington Pocr with half his mind. There other roan?" ... we're on the spot." were interviews with Burning Tree cad- "Oh, there are two of them across "I know what you mean," ,aid die, about Greer, it statement from the hall in 4-D." she said, "the little Moorhead. Press Secretary Culligan attempting to creep and the big one, this Greer." "You're to report directly to me." calm Wall Street before the market "You mean both live across the hall'?" "O.K. What about getting Greer's opening. quotes from Miguel Loomis "How do I know if they live there? tax returns from IRS?" on Mrs. (ireer's feelings of the moment. I've only seen them at night. three Deskowicz made it note on it pad. As far as the press knew, Stephen Greer times, like I said. After the first time I "I'll have to check that out first with could have dropped off the lip of an never ?.iiw neither of them until March." The Man." He thought it moment, then unknown canyon. "And what happened then?" made another note. "Let's call the And. thought Larry Storm. he knew "I came home about eight-thirty one (freer case 'Ajax.' " little more than the press did. Oh, he night, and the bigger one. this Greer, I Moorhead stood up. "I'd better get had learned plenty about Stephen know it is now, he's standing at the with it," he said, adding caustically. "if Greer, including his pet nickname, door s f 4-1) fiddling with the lock. He we're to clean up Ajax by Christmas." "Cabby,'' for his wife. but nothing ,aid. ' 've got the wrong key.' Then he about Career's Wednesday night habits. found the right key and opened the IN MANY tioMEs around the country .'vars. Susannah Greer had told Storm door. So that was it until last week one that night people studied the television about the Potomac Study Cluh during night. I was coming in around midnight shots and the front-page pictures of their three-hour talk. Saturday morning. and this Greer was just leaving. He kind Stephen Greer. Club membership and meeting Places of boys and leaves by the elevator. In it small, ,tone house of French were secret: Geer had been attending When I saw Greer's picture in the pa- I'rovenral stvlc on Battle Road in sessions for a scar: Mrs. Greer knew per. I started thinking. So I called the Princeton. New Jersey. Deborah Kissich .ahsolurely nothing about them. He had FBl." showed the picture to her husband. reported promptly via car radio to " We appreciate your cooperation, Felix. ('Iyde Moorhead, the task force chief. Miss `A''est." said Sturm. "Do sou re- "Isn't that the man who cane here to and received the green light to check member what night it was last week the house last fall?'Approved For Releasett~t0bg)O ff' CIA-RDP88-01350'CIb `'Mflk&'i'-:? "Wednesday. Maybe just a little after was a linguist. German, Danish, Chi- twelve." ~~I nese, French ,i and even a dab of some Then Storm intervie fll2Vt~itFe9 %WR9i~XfQ ?tole; RRl $p4 manager. Apartment 4-D had been rented, furnished, for $175 a month, for a year beginning last September 1. Lease up day after tomorrow, Wednes- day. The lessee was the Crown Arts Co., 939 N. Charles Street, Baltimore, and the signature on the lease was that of David Klingman, same address. ON A HUNCH, he asked the manager, "Where's the nearest parking garage?" "Around the corner to your right." The young man on duty in the ga- rage's glass cubicle blinked at the FBI card. He did remember a small man with dark-rimmed glasses. Thought he used the garage about once a week. Tags? Not sure, but thought they were Maryland plates. The time-stamped parking cards were sent to the central office the first of each month, said the day duty man, so he still had those for August. Storm culled out the four Thursdays in Au- gust. One license number, a Maryland tag, appeared early on each Thursday, at 12:50 A.M., 1:03, 12:57. Last Thursday, August 26, the car left the garage at 1:08 A.M. Larry called Moorhead on the radio phone. "Do me a favor, and ask the Baltimore office to check motor vehicles over there for Maryland tag number MQ 4472." "Take five and call me back." When Storm called again, Moorhead reported briskly: "Maryland passenger vehicle license number MQ 4472 is reg- istered to a Phillip Jacob Lubin. The address registered is 3333 North Charles Street, Baltimore, and. our Baltimore office says that's near the Johns Hop- kins University Homewood campus. The college proper." AN HOUR LATER IN BALTIMORE, Storm parked near the N. Charles Street address, another apartment building named the Charles Apartments. "Can I help you?" asked the tionist. "I'm looking for Phillip Lubin." "He's on vacation," said the woman. "He left yesterday, and he won't be back until goodness knows when. Took a long automobile trip out West and up into Canada. He's in the mathematics de- partment at the university." "Who's head of the methematics de- partment, miss?" "Dr. Winthrop." The Bureau card quickly admitted Larry to the office of Dr. Henry Win- throp. "Dr. Winthrop," said Storm, "I have to check out Dr. Phillip Lubin rather carefully. I'd appreciate your coopera- tion for a few minutes." thought. Lubin unmarried. "Just one thing, Dr. Winthrop," Storm said. "This is delicate, I know, but actually the question is routine. Do you have any reason to believe Dr. Lubin's sexual habits are anything but normal?" "That has never been a concern of this department. I suppose you mean something other than heterosexuality?" "Yes," said. Larry. "Any indication of homosexual tendencies?" "I would say not." "How about his friends? I'd like a list of them for a routine check." Winthrop named. several. faculty members, a Baltimore doctor, a blind woman to whom Lubin read once a week. Larry noted there was no men- tion of Stephen Greer. Winthrop chuckled. "Oh yes, and Eugene Culligan, the White House press secretary." When Storm finished work that night, fatigued and out of fuel at 10 P.M., he had covered every parking lot and ga- rage in the inner circle. He was out on the street again by 8:30 A.M. Tuesday and working his rounds. His shoes were dirty and his calves ached when he en- tered an underground parking garage called Sol's Metro Park. Storm showed his card and asked his question, and the fleshy attendant jerked his head to the left. "There it is against the wall." "I'd like to see the claim check." The man fingered a card file, with- drew a two-by-four white ticket. Storm recorded the data in his memo pad: Sol's Metro Park. Time-stamped in at 11:52 A.M., Aug. 29. In ink was scrawled: "Mustang MQ 4472. Phillip J. Lubin. Monthly rental, $40 rate. Re- ceipt given for $100 cash deposit. In- definite storage." Larry called Moorhead. "Dr. L. isn't on a motor trip. He stored his car, in- definitely, at a cruddy parking garage in cast Baltimore, a long way from home." WEDNESDAY MORNING at the White House press office opened as if jarred awake by a clamor of gongs, and the discord swelled until our shop resem- bled an orchestra pit seized by mad mu- sicians. Everyone wanted to talk Greer, Greer, Greer. The Wall Street Journal proposed to do a take-out on me and Miguel Loomis, undoubtedly under the headline, "The Last Lunch." The White House correspondents in the lobby all hammered at Jill, demand- ing personal time with me, but I put Dave Paulick at the head of the list. She brought him in. "Where's Greer?" he asked. "Do you know where he is?" "N o." He relaxed--slightly. "Well," he said, fRV " ` onish Cosmetic For sheer make up magic, you need new MAKE UP SET. Just spray MAKE UP SET ... cosmetic finish right over your make up. In seconds you retain a lasting natural beauty and blending. Never sticky ... it's crystal clear ... invisible! MAKE UP SET ... "holds" ... from dawn to dusk-in any weather-gives you that fresh . . . "just applied" look. 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' a tsk u R }{ }~}}y ~j a well know exactly where he went 1 rQV~~ ~F~~iti?~>lea'~~a~ iQ Pfi I' ti ,~tT o2oJ.40o 6' IZfe~l: iT'e~l I'm not your press ' flew out of Montgomery Counts Air- w'omen' park at Gaithcrshurg in a Beeeheratt "You mean is he it fag.' I don't think Baron last J hursday night ^t eight sit I said. "Say. what dues all this have thirty-five. The pilot said he tear going to do with Steve (freer:'" to Raleigh-Durham, but instead he flew "I wish NO U wouldn't Make that as- to Atlantic City. Greer switched planes sumption," he said. He looked genuine- and flew to Kennedy in it Cessna Sks- Iv distressed. night. He left Kennedy at about mid- night on it jet cargo job Operated by 5s'O KEi Oyrtt To Ttlr noon with him. Overseas Quick-Freight. Inc. The flight "Listen. I_arrv. I'm really in the dark on plan called for it nonstop to Rio de this (freer case. I hear a report that Janeiro. Greer. now urine the name Stele flew to Brazil last week. What do Fairchild. was the Only passenger." %On hear? was stunned. Steve (freer living I could see the remark jolted him. secretly to Rio? Why? "Are you print- " 1"a n'rr in the dark'" ing it:?', When the door closed. I turned to "No The Dossier goes in Monday nights. remember? Maybe neyt week. Maybe riot. Depends where this leads." "Where you ofT to'?" I asked. "Rio. Where else?" Jill crossed the room to me in it silent glide. "What are you going to do."' "Tell the President. :Aside from that, nothing." My stall phone was ringing. I picked tip the receiver. An 1111 agent named Lawrence Storm wanted to see me. I said to send him up. I knew that Larrs Storm. a Negro, was one of Desko- svtez's top special agents, but I was un- prepared for the than who entered. Ile was quite wide in the shoulders. then trimly tapered, the build of an athlete. lie had skin the color of cocoa and it hearing of serene confidence. '"I know you by reputation." I said. "It's a pleasure. Have it scat." . fie accepted. "I'ni checking out a Dr. Phillip J. Lubin and 1 understand sou know hint." "Sure." I said. Storm asked me all the usual ques- tions. I told hint that Phil and I became Iriendly at the University of Chicago when Luhin was niy graduate instruc- tor in it third-year math course. I thought Phil was eccentric. moody sometimes, but undeniably it brain. Af- ter college. I lost touch except for it couple of phone calls when Phil canie through L.A. "Then in the Roudehush campaign. Phil called on me to offer aid. Since my arrival at the White House, I'd had lunch or dinner with him maybe once every four or lice months. In tact. I had dinner with him riot too many nights ago. That was about it. "Do you recall what night you last had dinner?" "August 25," said Jill. "At the Hay- Adams." "A Wednesday night, wasn't it:'" Storm asked. "Yeah." I said. "It wins the night be- fore Stcse Greer disappeared." "Have you ever heard of a discussion group of administration officials called Jill "Now what do you suppose that last crack meant?" She h owned. "\Vell, it sounded as though he didn't know anything either. DO sou suppose that Dr. Lubin has dis- appeared too.' " " Cfet Phil's home number in Balti- more from our book. Let nae talk to hit ` Moments later she had it wide-eyed, wondering look. "Both the apartment and the math department say Dr. Lubin left Sunday on it long auto trip out \\est. Ihey don't know where to reach hina. \\'e looked at each other with shared awareness. Grcer and Lubin both gone. I called ()race Lalle\. asked to see the President soonest- --about Greer. I he President was bent user it mena- oranduni when I entered. "It`s about Steve." I said. I gave him the highlights. "\imnt. Gene, what's your guess on all this:'" "Pulling two and two together, after Jill found that Lubin left on an auto trip. there's at leant it possihilit that (freer and Phil Lubin may Inc some- w'her-e together. Storm's last questions hinted at perversion." l he President leaned forward. "That, of course. is preposterous." "Yes, sir." "I already knew of this development. It was included in Deskowicz's report this niorning." -Did Steve and Phil Lubin know each othe'r'.'" "(tent.'' the President said after an unusuallc lengthy pause. -'I think w e had better reach an understanding on this nt.itter. Until all the facts are in, I'd rather not discuss piecemeal as- pects. I'm afraid you'll just have to hear with nie for it while." I could feel ms temper risin "Mr. President. I figured 1 was to Iescl with the press on Greer. and to do that I base to know what's going on." I hesi- tated. "At the least. I ought to know what the Bureau is reporting to you." secrc-ar. I'm it damn palace eunuch." He came quickly around the desk, threw an arm around my shoulders and, with barely perceptible pressure, began movi ig me toward the door. "Please live with it for now," he said, its it personal ter or to me. This should all he cleared up before long." "It it's tomorrow," I retorted, "it won't he it day too won." I e used the door sharply. Jill could read the results on my face. "I 'ouhlc."' "Y_s. He wants me to play deaf, dump, and blind on Greer. What's more. he won't tell me it thing. Period." Akrut K iNGFtsst kept his private of- fice largely as he had inherited it from his J--redecessors. -file furniture was hcav . male. upholstered in brown leather. The paintings were inoffensive. their hires blendirig with the drapes and the brown nap of the carpeting. A mahogany cabinet behind his desk held t battery of five telephones. The gray phone connected him with his pla- toon of c\perts within the building. The cream phone and push-button box was the instrument for ordinary communi- cations. save for two red buttons which Marked secure channels within the Agency. The black telephone connected ingrain with the White House switch- board and from there, to the world. The green phone was his private line to the Pentagon. At the end of the cabinet sat his small blue phone, the direct line to the President's office. Fie lifted the blue reeeiser. The buzzer sounded on the desk of Grace Lalley. A moment later, the President's hearty voice said, "Good morning, Arthur." "1-1 '. President." said Ingram, "I'm bothering you only because this is it matter of concern to you. It's about Stcphe n Greer. I have just received in- forma:ion that he flew to Rio de Janeiro by sescral apparently secret stages last 1 hursdav night. I assume you'd like the full at cation of the Agency on this." There was a moment of silence on the line. "No," said Roudebush, "I think not, Arthur. Involving the whole Agent} right now would place too much government emphasis on what is, really, it private matter." "The Agency is not to help then?" "Na , riot at this time. If that changes, I'll nolily you at once, naturally.- Ingram hung up. The gulf in his un- derstanding was widened by the mem- orandum which Nick, his director of intcllivcnce. had sent him that morning. FROM: Nick To: Y c 1. Stephen B. Greer reliably reported in Rio d._ Janeiro after three-stage secret flight ! art I hurt,:,c night which tank him " tire Potomac StttetN klull ? d For Release" Ot~Y5~?~%2 thCIA~ l 6P88-01350 f0~'0d' 4bBU1 ` ,-park to Atlantic "]'lit sorr. Gene." he said. "That peration and gence o t elli VANISHED Icontinued] i nrt p te ig f irv to Kennedy In ernational. lightel ~e'nr350RQ0O20t07401 OI 2fleltl later today. enough, the story will he taken up here by my friend and tutor, Phil Luhin. PIULLIP J. LuniN: Perhaps you're won- dering, why all the secrecy:' Well. we all agreed that the inevitable debate and uproar might shatter Our chances for success before we really got started. In this country, there were certain extrem- ists to contend with. And the foreign scientists, almost without exception. re- fused to attend unless they had positive assurances from President Roudehush that the Central Intelligence Agency would in no way he involved. The CIA has it very poor image abroad. So, Pres- ident Roudchush gave his word of Lo or that the (IA would not he brought into the operation. the President in return exacted it plea gc from the other three heads of state that none of their intelligence agencies would place the conference or its auxiliary preparations under surveil- lance. After much searching for it pface to meet, we finally settled on the island of Tristan da Cunha. deep in the South Atlantic. This is a small, remote. vol- canic British island with about 250 in- habitants and it dependable radio facil- 1tv. Tristan has no airfield and no har- bor except it tiny one for small boats. Normally, Tristan da Cunha's contact with the outside world is confined to a by the new discoycry. phis was it clincher, for the list tallied with the knowledge that each scientist had of his own country's atomic sites. That roadblock behind us, we fin- ished our work just two days ago, on the evening of Tuesday, October 5. All ten members of Alpha signed the agree- ment. Felix Kissich last at 6:50 P. u. -1-ristan time. I shall now, President ment. with the permission of MENT OF TRISTAN DA (1'NHA 1. The ba,ic charter of the United Nations shall he amended to forbid the produc- tion. possession, or use of nuclear weapons. of tkh air'ser type or size. by any nation. group. or person. . :\!1 existing nuclear weapons anywhere in the ss iId shall he destroyed on or I,,:- fore one scar after the ratification of the suhst.uicc of this agreement hs the United Nations. I tic General :Assembly of the United Nations shall elect it committee of fifteen ntenihers. including one national from each of the nuclear powers and no more than one member from any nation, which shall he empowered to carry out the pro- yision, of Point Two Q) of this agree- ment hs such methods. rules. and regula- tions as the committee may devise. mail ship from South Africa which calls Originally we planned to announce six or seven times it scar. So, I ristart the l ristan agreement simult.tncously suited our purposes exactly. and it was in Washington, London, Moscow. and aotced upon as the site. Peking. But at the last minute, because I he three Chinese delegates reached of threatened premature disclosure and I ri't:rn by flying to Buenos Aires. then "'111e other factors, 'AC decided to fly chartering it motor vessel for the vox- many of the participants directs to r_e to the island. The Russians cam, to \A'.tshington for this pies, conference. ristan on it Soviet submarine which Members of the Chinese delegation. made most of its South Atlantic trip plus Dr. Kissich and one Russian, are submerged. I he French and British today art route to Peking. Nationally contingents were brought to the island mired groups are also en route to Mos- on it British destroyer. We Americans cuss tnd London front -I ristan. traveled by individual routes. I think that's Al. Most of us are Prelintinar talks got under way on ,Icep% .utd ready for bed, My part in 1 ristan September 8. We made some Operation Alpha has been the most progress, but not until Kissich arrived nanny Ing experience in rtny life. September 17 did the negotiating pick I itt P14[ stun N i : Well done. Dr. Lubin. tap speed. On behalf of the American people. I I he main problem which dogged us thank you all. was of international inspection of And that is the basic ,tore of Alpha. nuclear warhead dismantling. It was When the new Congress hunts in Mr. Bernard Loomis of the Educational January, I intend on the first day to send Micro company who provided the the I ristan text to the Senate and ask I,tcakthrough. Fur some years, working that hody for a sole of confidence in under an Atomic Energy Commission the objectises of Alpha. I will, as you contract. Mr. Loomis' research division realize, he President until January 20, had been tr ing to develop a device regardless of the election', outcome. which could detect the existence of nu- Late last night, I called Governor clear weapons in stockpiles or in final Wolcott in Springfield and told him suh- I h,. I t,1 it I salute the governor as a great American and as it wise citizen of the world. His assent means that, whatever else happens to the .=Agreement of Tris- tan, it will not become it matter of hit- ter dispute between the two major party candieates for President. And so. my friends, there you have Operation Alpha. it venture conceived in the brilliant mind of it Nobel laureate in physics, it saga which began at Burn- ing 'I ice. it quest which I hope with all my heart will not falter until the last nuclear weapon has vanished from this earth. I would ask every one of you listen- n whatever ing it id watching today, in' land. _o search your minds. your hearts. and our souls, and then join the no- blest ;)f all crusades the preservation of the human race. Alpha is our beginning. Jr ss ss acts of rttosr- fresh, bright days of June that seem as newly scrubbed as a schoolgirl in early morning. A breeze stirred the trees, it cardinal sang on a limb till damp from the night's cleans- ing rain, and the air felt cool and light to the shin. I.a -ry Storm. Dave Paulick. Miguel Loontis. and I were about to have lunch in tht Burning Tree Club's dining room, which overlooks the first fairway where Stesc Greer began his extraordinary quest ten months before. We sat next to the open windows and watched the day dance about us. Vse were in a buoyant mood. The United Nations early that week had guaranteed the future of the Agree- ment of Tristan. endorsing it by an overwhelming vote. Machinery also was set in motion to amend the charter of the 1,.N.. and it committee had been elected to devise rules and regulations for the dismantling of all nuclear weap- on, by October S. the first anniversary of th- signing of the Tristan pact. I had it personal reason for enjoying this day, although the President had not included it among the causes for ectc- brati )n. Storm. Paulick, and Miguel Loom his were all coming to the apart- ment tonight for Jill's twenty-fifth hirth- day party. All of them had attended our wedding on November 3, the day after Paul Roudehush's reelection, when Mi- guel served as my best man. ''And who's going to write the real insic e story of Alpha?" asked Miguel. ''Dave's the writing man," I said. Paulick looked pleased. I paused. "Burt I'se got the material." process of a ssenmbly. In other word,. no stantr:tlls what sou ,arse care t t explosion would he necessary to aeti- Ilse governor questioned me closely it .t;sN wRItesG the first chapter of vale it monitoring instrument nta ny and I believe that nn answers were I'an.shed the next night and finished hundreds or thousands of mile, away, candid. He said that while lie could not exactly one year later. Late in September. Barney Loomis commit other leaders of his party, he EUGENE R. CULL ]CAN himself came top Tristan h ' rde if personally would sit port the spirit, if Washington, D.C. President Rouderitl5~t'rAL(Pr fg (as )t2Q) ,5/,QQt?Zva1QfAs,,RDUS-A1aSOR000200740001-2 June 20