The Sword and the Net

15 CAPITOL

There was nothing in the news papers. Not even a reference to the strange radio calls from a stolen aeroplane which had electrified officials at the Washington Airport and through them not only the Police but also the topmost powers in the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Not even a mention—despite the forbidden chatter of airport, servants—of the strange reception accorded to the Lockheed Fourteen which made a perfect landing upon an outer runway and taxied to a standstill as police cars screamed out to surround it, followed by other cars in which were quiet men in civilian clothes, and yet others with men in uniforms of khaki. . . .

There was nothing in the papers—if by nothing is meant no connected and astounding ‘story.’ But there were many remarkable and apparently disconnected items of news, over the next three weeks or so, which, taken in conjunction with yet more remarkable omissions of news, crossed and dotted many T’s and I’s.

For instance: headlines screamed for twelve hours over the tragic death, caused by an accidental overdose of a sleeping-draught, of Mrs. Theodore Van Teller.

But: the hue and cry and general furore in California papers about the tragic firing of Los Robles died quickly away—and the strange talk and suspicions, which had been rife, came to nothing. . . .

For instance: Gunnar Bjornstrom was arrested upon charges kept secret for reasons of national importance and was held without bail. . . .

But: the death of Rudolph Altinger was attributed to accident—and there was no report whatsoever concerning certain other deaths. . . .

And there was no publicity, anywhere, concerning the marriage of Clare Katrina Ingolls to one Nils Jorgensen; nor any mention of the same Nils Jorgensen’s application for American citizenship. . . .

They did not leave Washington. They could not leave Washington because there was too much in Washington for Nils Jorgensen to do.

The day after his marriage, Nils was taken to an interview, also entirely unpublicized, which was the most momentous of his life. He came home and told his wife all about it; she kissed him and said:

“This is only the prologue, Nils.”