with the Americans."

"I got it through my West German contacts."

The Russian's face registered unsuppressed fury. "Do they ignore the
simplest of precautions! Do they reveal me to every source that asks?"

Paul said mildly, "Herr Ludwig is currently under my direction. Your
secret is as safe as it has ever been."

The underground leader remained silent for a long moment. "You're an
American, eh, and Ludwig told you about me? What do you want now?"

"To help," Paul Koslov said.

"How do you mean, to help? How can you help? I don't know what you're
talking about."

"Help in any way you want. Money, printing presses, mimeograph machines,
radio transmitters, weapons, manpower in limited amounts, know-how,
training, anything you need to help overthrow the Soviet government."

They had reached the restaurant. Leonid Shvernik became the Russian
export official. He ushered his customer to a secluded table. Saw him
comfortably into his chair.

"Do you actually know anything about cameras?" he asked.

"Yes," Paul said, "we're thorough. I can buy cameras from you and
they'll be marketed in the States."

"Good." The waiter was approaching. Shvernik said, "Have you ever eaten
caviar Russian style?"

"I don't believe so," Paul said "I'm not very hungry."

"Nothing to do with hunger." Shvernik said. From the waiter he ordered
raisin bread, sweet butter, caviar and a carafe of vodka.

The waiter went off for it and Shvernik said, "To what extent are you
willing to help us? Money, for instance. What kind of money, rubles,
dollars? And how much? A revolutionary movement can always use money."

"Any kind," Paul said flatly, "and any amount."

Shvernik was impressed. He said eagerly, "Any amount within reason, eh?"

Paul looked into his face and said flatly, "Any amount, period. It
doesn't have to be particularly reasonable. Our only qualification would
be a guarantee it is going into the attempt to overthrow the
Soviets--not into private pockets."

The waiter was approaching. Shvernik drew some brochures from his
pocket, spread them before Paul Koslov and began to point out with a
fountain pen various features of the Mikoyan camera.

The waiter put the order on the table and stood by for a moment for
further orders.

Shvernik said, "First you take a sizable portion of vodka, like this."
He poured them two jolts. "And drink it down, ah, bottoms up, you
Americans say. Then you spread butter on a small slice of rais