The Moscow Club

“What does the password mean, ‘Staroobriadets’?”

“Will you sit down? Come this way.” They moved into a small but comfortable sitting room, furnished with low

of the Second Chief Directorate, Pyotr Shalamov: the transcript was to go directly to him.

Within two hours, the transcript, typed

Malarek had waited for Bayliss for ten minutes, then, deciding Bayliss must have had a good reason for missing the rendezvous, returned to the Soviet Embassy, where his aide presented him with this recording just made from an unsecured White House line.

Pavlichenko had just listened, amazed at how much they had learned.

Stefan could not stop himself from remarking, “I wasn’t aware that ‘criminal paranoid schizophrenia’ was a psychiatric diagnosis. Are you sure

Small eyes, a bull neck. Jet-black hair

?”

“I’m not sure yet.” They usually didn’t talk about work, almost never in public places.

Wexler nodded slowly and went back