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guessed that some sharp…eyed Lloyd's operative had seen the reference to the Odessa Star and attached it to the claim file on the missing ship。
The captain's account had been so fascinating Perlmutter had forgotten his snack。 He remedied the situation quickly by slathering twenty dollars' worth of truffle onto a cracker。 Back once more in the present； Perlmutter stared out the window as he savored the delicate earthy taste。 Then he remembered Bosworth's ment about Lord Dodson。 He read her note again and wondered why the Dodson family would have pulled the archives from the library。
Despite his ungainly bulk； Perlmutter was very much a man of action。 He picked up the phone and dialed a couple of acquaintances in London。 Within minutes； he learned that Lord Dodson's grandson； himself a lord； was alive and living in the Cotswolds。 Perlmutter got a phone number； al… though his source made him swear under pain of eating at Burger King not to reveal where he had gotten it。 Perlmutter called and identified himself to the man who answered the phone。
〃This is Lord Dodson。 You say you're a marine historian？〃 He sounded bemused but pleasant； speaking in the clipped accent of the British upper class。
〃That's correct。 I came across a reference to your grandfather's memoirs while doing some research on a ship called the Odessa Sta；； The library apparently relinquished the material at the request of your family。 I wonder when the material might be going back to Guildhall。〃
There was a silence on the other end。 Then Dodson said； 〃Never！ I mean； some of the material is much too personal in nature。 You must understand that； Mr。 Perlman。〃 He sounded flustered。
〃The name is Perlmutter； if you don't mind； Lord Dodson。 Surely the historical material could be made separate from the personal。〃
〃I'm sorry； Mr。 Perlmutter；〃 Dodson said； getting his voice under control。 〃It's all part and parcel。 It would do no one any good and cause a great deal of painful embarrassment if this material were made public。〃
〃Forgive me for being obtuse； but I understand that he willed all the material to the library to be put in the archives。〃
〃Yes； that's true。 But you have to understand my grandfather。 He was a man of towering rectitude。〃 Catching the unintentional parison to his own character； Dodson said； 〃What I mean was that he was naive in many ways。〃
〃He couldn't have been too naive to hold a high post in the Foreign Office。〃
Dodson laughed nervously。 〃You Americans can be damnably persistent。 Look Mr。 Perlmutter； I don't wish to be rude； but I must terminate this conversation。 Thank you for your interest。 Good…bye。〃
The phone went dead。 Perlmutter stared at it for a moment and shook his head。 Strange。 Why would the old boy be so upset at an innocent query？ What secret could be so painful after so many years？ Well； he had done his best。 He punched out the number Austin had given him。 He would let others determine why the Odessa Star could upset someone more than eighty years after the ship had gone to her grave in the Black Sea。
…23…
MOSCOW； RUSSIA
THE NIGHTCLUB WAS a short walk from Gorky Park； in a narrow alley that had once been a rat…infested flophouse for vodka…soaked human derelicts who used trash…can covers as their pillows。 The drunks had been displaced by swarms of young people who looked as if they had stepped off a UFO。 The crowds gathered each night out… side a blue door lit by a single lamp。 The unmarked door was the entrance to a Moscow night spot so trendy it didn't even have a name。
The enterprising young Muscovite who'd founded the club had seen the potential in bringing together Moscow's crass nouveau riche and the tackiest of Western pop culture。 He'd modeled his venture on Club 54； the defunct but exclusive New York dive that had made international headlines before it drowned in a sea of tax woes and illegal drugs。 The club was located in a cavernous space that had once housed a state…run sweatshop where underpaid workers toiled making ripoffs of American jeans。 Clubgoers who were allowed inside found frenetic dance music； stroboscopic lighting and designer drugs supplied by the Russian Mafia； which had taken over the club after the original owner died of acute lead poisoning。
Petrov stood at the edge of the crowd； watching。 The hopeful patrons wore bizarre costumes to attract the attention of the burly doorman in black leather who stood between them and drug…induced ecstasy。 Petrov stared at the crowd in wonder for a moment； then shouldered his way between a young woman dressed in a translucent plastic halter and shorts and her male panion； who wore an aluminum foil bikini。 The doorman glared at the approaching stranger like a bull mastiff watching a cat move in on its food dish。 Petrov stopped short of the entrance and handed the doorman a folded sheet of paper。
He read the note with small； suspicious eyes； pocketed the hundred…dollar bill inside； then called another guard to take his place。 He disappeared through the blue door and returned with a stocky middle…aged man dressed in the uniform of a Soviet naval officer； plete with high…peaked cap。 The officer's chest was covered with more medals than anyone could have earned in several lifetimes。 The guard pointed out Petrov。 The man in uniform scanned the faces； scowling。 Recognition flickered in his heavy…lidded eyes and he waved Petrov inside。
The full impact of the pulsating music almost knocked Petrov over。 Out on the huge dance floor； a mass of bodies writhed as one to the monotonous rave beat from dozens of speakers that looked as if they had been used at Woodstock。 He was grateful when the naval officer led him down a passageway into a storage room and closed the door so that the sound was a muffled throb。
〃I e here sometimes to get away from that racket；〃 the naval officer said。 The manding voice Petrov remembered had bee gravelly； and there was the stale smell of vodka on the man's breath。 His thick lips curled in a smile。 〃I thought you were dead； tovarich。〃
〃It's a miracle I'm not dead； Admiral；〃 Petrov said； eyeing the uniform from head to toe。 〃Some things are worse than death。〃
The admiral's smile vanished。 〃You don't have to tell me how low I have fallen。 I still have eyes。 But no lower than someone who would amuse himself at the expense of an old rade。〃
〃I agree； but I am not here for amusement。 I came to ask your help and to offer mine。〃
The admiral let out with a wet laugh。 〃What help can I give you？ I am nothing but a clown。 The human garbage that runs this place keeps me around to entertain their patrons and remind them of the bad old days。 Well； they were not bad for everyone。〃
〃True； my friend。 Nor were they good for everyone；〃 Petrov said； bringing his hand up to the scar that disfigured his face。
〃In the old days； we were feared and respected。〃
〃By our enemies；〃 Petrov said。 〃Yet we were despised by our government； who quickly forgot our sacrifices when they no longer needed us for their dirty work。 Your once proud navy is a joke。 Heroes like you are reduced to this。〃
The admiral's shoulders sagged under the gaudy epaulets。 Petrov realized he had gone too far。
〃I'm sorry； Admiral。〃
The admiral pulled a pack of Marlboros from a pocket and offered one to Petrov； who declined。 〃Yes； I believe you are sorry。 So are we all。'' He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit up。 〃Well； enough talk about the past。 What's done is done。 Are you sure you don't want a whore？ Not all my job is for show。 I get a mission and an employee discount。 Capitalism is truly a wonderful thing。〃
Petrov smiled as he recalled the razor…sharp wit from the days when he and the admiral had served on secret missions together。 With the changes in government； the admiral's outspoken criticisms had not been well received by the new generation of thin…skinned bureaucrats。 Petrov had survived by allowing himself to sink； undetected； into the governmental morass。 The admiral had attempted to stand above the fray； and his demise mirrored that of his beloved navy。
〃Later； maybe。 But for now； I need information about a certain naval property。〃
The admiral's eyes narrowed behind their thick folds。 〃That covers a wide range。〃
Petrov said one word： 〃India。〃
〃The submarine？ Well； well。 What is your interest？〃
〃It's better if you don't know； Admiral。〃
〃You mean there is some risk involved here？ Well； that must be worth something。〃
〃I'm prepared to pay for the information。〃 The naval officer frowned； and a sad look came into his eyes。 〃Listen to me。 I have bee no better than the prostitutes who get their customers to buy them glasses of fake champagne。〃 He sighed。 〃As for your questions； I'll do my best to answer them。〃
〃Thank you； Admiral。 I once saw an India…class sub at its base； but never went aboard one。 I understand it was designed to carry on operations similar to mine。〃
〃Integration is a swearword in the armed forces any… where in the world。 Ask the Americans how much money they've wasted in duplication because the army； navy； air force and marines wanted to have their own versions of virtually t