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

The Shirer citation was the simplest to verify. Using a fast-search program through the
full text, three-quarters of a million words, Ramsay soon verified a quotation and,
moments later on page 192, learned that Nazi thugs had traversed a tunnel from
Goering's residence to torch the mighty Reichstag. Nor was Shirer the only source to
describe this event as Nazi arson. A pretty drastic way to remove evidence of wiretaps in
a building, Ramsay thought. But Goering was known for his drastic measures. The
motive offered for the fire was a manufactured provocation to round up German leftists.
Ramsay reminded himself that an act may have more than one motive, and kept
checking.

Three sources described Rudolf Hess's uniform disguise? as a captain? when stealing
the Messerschmitt he piloted to Scotland. Only one mentioned the fact that he carried a
smallish piece of luggage, ostensibly in case of an emergency landing. Ramsay thought
about that for a long time before he shut down the terminal, wiped the keyboard down
with a tissue, and strolled to another terminal some distance away.

The state of the electronics art in Germany in 1930 was not as easily learned by
computer terminal. Parent companies seemed to have sprung like weeds from the
polytechnic institute at Karlsruhe after the pioneering electronic work of Hertz;
Badenwerke and Telefunken had grown from such work, cross-pollinated by Marconi,
force-fed by military research in World War One. By 1928, Germany had fallen behind in
commercial applications, but her research in electronics was paving the way for the
independent development of radar. And in the psychological responses to audio stimuli,
the few research papers before 1930 were virtually all German. No German citations in
the field after 1931; no replications, no refinements; almost as if the German interest
had abruptly died. Or as if it had been curtained off, Ramsay thought.

He wiped this terminal down, too, and decided against calling up the biography of cool,
self-confident Walter Kalvin. NBN would have such stuff printed out in a file anyway,
where Ramsay could read it anonymously. Now that Cody Martin's letter was starting to
look like the story of the century, every step in researching it would have to be made on
tiptoe.

If anyone had tried to share the elevator, Ramsay would have refused to enter it. He
stepped outside, only two blocks from the White House, into a chill midnight wind
bearing too much rain. It was no match for the blizzard howling through the mind of
Alan Ramsay.




FOUR
Though the hour was late in the cloistered room adjoining his Oval Office, the President
remained fresh and clear-eyed. Cabinet and council members often remarked on the
stamina of Harrison Rand, unaware that their President's afternoon 'study hour' was
really a ninety minute nap. Harry Rand had once joked to good old Walt Kalvin, his
closest friend, that from two-thirty to four every day, Walt himself was President. Kalvin
had not seemed to enjoy the joke, perhaps because others were present.

Harry sometimes regretted this lack of risibility on the part of his friend; had even prayed