"Dean Ing - Silent Thunder" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ing Dean)

Dieter Mainz, Innsbruck; daughter? he wrote.

German electronics advances 1930, he added.

And Goering? Reichstag tunnel, and Hess flight, and Shirer quote, and finally Kalvin
bio. This last item would be in NBN files and was as simple a matter as patching the
modem in his study into NBN's computer.
But if, by some tremendous long shot, this tale had any substance, then the
government's own electronic ears might be alert for anyone who became curious about
Walter Kalvin. It was known that the National Security Agency's electronic monitors could
flag a key word from a hundred thousand simultaneous telephone calls, maybe more. It
followed that the monitors might also flag a request by a private modem. How much
power could a White House administrator assemble in six months; enough to set
requirements for NSA and CIA? Not unless he had the obedient help of the President of
the United States.

Ramsay had attended many a White House news conference, and had seen the new
President off the record, in unguarded moments. It was Ramsay's feeling that Harrison
Rand's mental wattage would not run a nightlight, though he was certainly a likeable
cuss. As likeable as Harding, or Reagan. A vagrant tagline tugged at his mind: The
paranoids are out to get me. . , .

Christ, it's catching, he muttered aloud, and reached for the phone.

He did not call NBN, but punched the number on Matthew Alden's elegant buff
stationery. He reached a message recorder and had just given his name, halfway through
a recitation of his own unpublished number, when he was interrupted by a brisk New
England baritone. Mr. Ramsay? Matt Alden here. I recognize your voice. Alden did not
bother to apologize. Ramsay often did the same thing, listening to a caller before
choosing to go on-line. One of the prices of celebrity....

I just got your envelope, Mr. Alden. If you prefer, I could call another?

Alden: No, no, perfectly all right. Then the silence of a man who knew how to wait.

I think we should speak in generalities, Mr. Alden.

Matt, please. Just a moment; there. I'm no longer recording and we can consider this a
privileged conversation, Mr. Ramsay.

Alan will do. What I need is some way to contact your friend, the one who doesn't strain
at trifles. Do you have any idea, any at all, what his letter was about specifically?
Specifically? Not the foggiest, but I presumed it had something to do with one of your?

Okay, good. I'm serious about generalities, Matt.

Uh? understood. My acquaintance did imply that if I chose to answer any questions?
and I suppose that would apply to you as well? I could regret it.