Part 46 (1/2)
”He says much the same about you, General,” LeMoine said. ”And he has the same kind of problems I do, wondering who gets to see what and when.”
”I'm not sure I follow you,” Pickering said.
”Why don't you have a chair, General?” LeMoine said. ”I've got to take a leak, and I'll see if I can't get us some coffee.”
He pulled a chair on wheels away from a table, waited until Pickering sat down, then walked to the door, unlocked it, walked through it, and then closed and locked it.
There was one sheet of paper on the table.
Pickering wondered why LeMoine had left it on display.
A man like that does not make mistakes. Christ, whatever it is, he wants me to see it!
Pickering picked it up and read it.
TOP SECRET-PRESIDENTIALWAs.h.i.+NGTON 2215 14OCT1950 FROM DIRECTOR CIA.
TO (EYES ONLY) THE PRESIDENT OF THE.
UNITED STATESFOLLOWING RECEIVED 2207 14OCT1950 FROM MAJOR K R MCCOY USMCRMESSAGE BEGINSMAJOR MALCOLM S. PICKERING USMCR RETURNED TO US CONTROL 1200 14OCT1950. TRANSPORTED USS BADOENG STRAIT AS OF 1300 14OCT1950.SUBJECT OFFICER IS DIRTY, UNSHAVEN, AND VERY HUNGRY, BUT IS UNWOUNDED, UNINJURED, AND IN SOUND PSYCHOLOGICAL CONDITION.FOLLOWING CIVILIAN PERSONNEL SHOULD BE CONTACTED BY MOST EXPEDITIOUS MEANS, ASKED NOT TO DISSEMINATE INFORMATION ABOVE TO OTHERS AND ON AGREEMENT BENOTIFIED OF SUBJECT OFFICER'S RETURN AND CONDITION.MRS FLEMING PICKERING C/O FOSTER HOTELS SAN FRANCISCO CAL MRS K.R. MCCOY, TOKYO, j.a.pANMISS JEANETTE PRIESTLY C/O PRESS RELATIONS OFFICER, SUPREME HEADQUARTERS UNITED NATIONS COMMAND, TOKYOMCCOY MAJ USMCRMESSAGE ENDSIN PRESUMPTION YOU WILL INFORM GENERAL PICKERING I WILL NOT DO SOW.B. SMITHDIRECTOR There was the sound of the door being unlocked.
Fleming Pickering swallowed hard and stood up, but did not turn around for a moment, until he felt he had his voice and himself under control.
”Ready for some coffee, General?” LeMoine asked.
”Thank you,” Pickering said.
LeMoine set a coffee mug on the table.
”A little sugar for your coffee, General?” LeMoine asked. He held a silver pocket flask over the cup.
”Can I do that myself?” Pickering asked.
LeMoine handed him the flask.
Pickering put it to his lips and took a healthy swig.
”Thank you,” he said after a moment.
”Have another. There's more where that came from,” LeMoine said.
Pickering took another pull, then handed the flask to LeMoine.
”Thank you,” he said again.
”Oh, look what I did!” LeMoine said. He picked up the decrypted message. ”I really should have put this in the envelope for the President.”
”I didn't see it,” Pickering said.
LeMoine met his eyes and nodded.
”I don't think anyone's going to question the a.s.sistant Director of the CIA for Asia coming in here to ask if I had anything for him,” LeMoine said. ”But, after I told you I didn't, they might wonder why you hung around. Will you excuse me, please, General?”
”Thank you for the coffee,” Pickering said.
”When you see Sergeant Keller,” LeMoine said, ”tell him I asked about him.”
”I'll do that,” Pickering said as he walked to the door.
As he walked back to the coffee-and-doughnuts building, Pickering saw that the people who had been on the Independence Independence and the and the Bataan Bataan were now-in separate knots- gathered around a Quonset hut. As he walked toward it, the door of the Quonset opened and first Truman and then MacArthur came out. were now-in separate knots- gathered around a Quonset hut. As he walked toward it, the door of the Quonset opened and first Truman and then MacArthur came out.
General Bradley walked up to them, then led them toward another of the identical frame buildings.
Pickering decided that since he had not been invited to attend the official conference, he would just stay in the background. He was glad for the opportunity: That Pick was coming home didn't seem quite real yet. He realized that he had really given up hope, and was ashamed that he had. He knew he needed a couple of minutes to set himself in order.
He walked between two of the frame buildings and leaned against the wall of one of them. He became aware that his forehead was sweaty, and took a handkerchief from his pocket to mop it.
Jesus Christ, he's really alive! And unhurt. Thank you, G.o.d!
”General, the President would like to see you, sir,” an Army colonel said. Pickering hadn't seen him come between the buildings.
”Right away, of course,” Pickering said, and pushed himself off the building.
”General, are you all right? Sir, you look-”
”Colonel, I couldn't possibly be any better,” Pickering replied.
When he turned the corner of the building, he saw the President standing with General Bradley and MacArthur in front of the conference building. When Truman saw Pickering, he motioned him over.
Pickering wasn't sure what the protocol was, whether he was supposed to salute or not. He decided if he was going to err, it would be on the side of caution. He saluted, which seemed to surprise both Bradley and MacArthur, who nevertheless returned it.
”Delbert,” the President began, ”. . . the cryptographer? . . . has had time to decode only a couple of messages. One of them is this one. I thought you'd be interested.”
The President handed him the message.
”General, I can't tell you how happy that message made me,” Truman said as Pickering read the message again.
”Thank you, sir,” Pickering said.
”May I show it to General Bradley and General MacArthur?” the President asked.
”Yes, sir. Of course.”
Bradley read it first.
”That's very good news, indeed,” he said as he handed the message to MacArthur.
MacArthur's left eyebrow rose in curiosity as he read the message. Then he wrapped an arm around Pickering's shoulder.
”My dear Fleming!” he exclaimed emotionally. ”Almighty G.o.d has answered our prayers! A valiant airman will be returned to the bosom of his family! Jean will be so happy!”