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aining　chips　in　case　he　got　himself　into　a　hash。　Some　researchers　think　the　tsarina　and　her　daughters　were　taken　to　a　city　called　Perm；　and　stayed　there　until　Perm　came　under　attack　by　the　Whites。　Witnesses　say　the　family　was　moved　out　with　treasure　and　gold　bullion　that　the　munists　had　accumulated；　and　they　and　their　treasure　supposedly　vanished　from　the　official　record　on　a　train　trip　to　Moscow。　The　Soviets　clamped　the　lid　down　on　all　further　information。　It　would　have　tarnished　Lenin's　halo　if　it　got　out　that　he　was　dealing　with　the　Germans　over　the　fate　of　the　Romanovs。〃
　〃What　happened　to　the　Romanov　treasure？〃
　〃Only　a　small　fraction　of　it　was　ever　found。〃
　〃Your　father　reported　his　agent's　findings　to　the　king？〃
　〃He　filed　a　report　saying　that　the　mother　and　girls　were　probably　alive　and　asked　for　help　in　putting　together　a　rescue　scheme。　King　George　washed　his　hands　of　the　affair；　although　he　and　Nicholas　were　related。　Remember　that　the　hated　kaiser　was　cousin　to　George　and　Nicholas　as　well。　Family　loyalty　only　went　so　far　among　the　royals。　The　king　was　afraid　that　he'd　stir　up　the　British　left　if　he　gave　the　women　asylum。　The　tsarina　was　German　by　birth；　and　Germany　was　the　enemy。〃
　〃So　no　attempt　was　made　to　rescue　them。〃
　〃A　rescue　scheme　was　hatched　by　some　Englishmen；　but　it　didn't　go　anywhere　because　the　family　was　moved。　There　were　a　couple　of　attempts　by　Cossacks；　supported　by　Germans　who　wanted　a　restoration　of　Russia's　imperial　house。　The　kaiser　may　have　felt　guilty　about　inflicting　Lenin　on　the　tsar　to　take　pressure　off　the　Eastern　Front。　The　most　interesting　plot　was　a　scheme　to　kidnap　the　family　and　spirit　them　through　German…occupied　Ukraine；　then　across　the　Black　Sea　in　a　neutral　ship。〃
　〃Why　did　it　fail？〃
　〃It　didn't；　actually。〃
　〃They　were　rescued？〃
　〃Yes；　but　not　by　the　Germans。　The　Cossacks　didn't　trust　Germany。　Somewhere　along　the　way；　possibly　during　that　trek　to　Moscow；　the　intrepid　band　of　Cossacks　who　had　failed　to　save　them　once　before　managed　to　kidnap　the　family　and　fought　their　way　to　the　Black　Sea。〃
　
　Zavala　picked　up　the　manuscript。　〃Major　Yakelev？〃
　
　Dodson　smiled。　〃The　Cossack　officer　must　have　been　extremely　resourceful　and　determined。　Yakelev　is　vague　about　exactly　how　the　women　came　under　his　protection。　He　was　saving　that　for　when　he　got　out　of　Russia。　The　journal　was　to　be　published　when　the　Romanovs　made　their　appearance　in　Europe。　This　manuscript　was　to　go　to　Europe　by　a　neutral　ship　and　would　garner　them　the　instant　sympathy　of　the　world。　It　came　into　the　possession　of　my　grandfather；　and　when　the　family　failed　to　arrive；　he　kept　it　for　want　of　anything　better　to　do。〃
　〃Do　you　have　any　idea　who　might　have　sunk　the　ship？〃
　〃This　is　where　it　gets　dicey；〃　Dodson　said；　with　a　frown。
　
　〃Especially　in　light　of　what　you　said　about　the　ship　having　been　sunk　by　gunfire。〃　He　took　a　deep　breath。　〃As　my　father　recounts　it　in　his　papers；　the　family　were　to　be　taken　secretly　to　Turkey；　where　a　German　U…boat　would　be　waiting　to　spirit　them　out　of　the　country。　Turkey　was　allied　with　Germany。　Britain　was　told　of　the　plan　and　agreed　not　to　attack　the　V…boat　on　its　way　to　Europe。〃
　〃That　was　generous　of　the　British。〃　Dodson　guffawed。　〃Oh；　they　were　a　wily　bunch　in　the　good　old　days。　Their　generosity　was　based　on　the　assumption　that　the　family　would　be　captured　by　the　Bolsheviks。〃
　〃That　was　quite　a　gamble。〃
　〃Not　really。　England　told　Lenin　and　his　thugs　that　the　family　were　escaping　on　the　Odessa　Star。〃
　〃Your　grandfather　knew　of　this？〃
　〃He　argued　strenuously　against　it；　but　was　overruled。〃
　〃By　whom？〃
　〃By　King　George。〃
　
　Zavala's　eyes　narrowed。　〃I　see　why　you　were　reluctant　to　make　this　information　public。　Some　people　might　not　like　learning　that　the　king　was　a　traitorous　informant　and　accessory　to　a　multiple　murder。〃
　〃I　don't　know　if　I'd　go　so　far　as　to　identify　the　king　as　a　criminal；　though　what　he　did　was　morally　reprehensible。　It　was　naпvete　on　his　part；　but　George　never　dreamed　that　Lenin　would　be　so　ruthless　as　to　order　them　assassinated。　My　father　said　the　king　assumed　the　women　would　be　kept　in　a　convent。　The　Bolsheviks　may　have　given　the　impression　that　no　harm　would　e　to　them。〃
　
　They　sat　in　silence　for　a　few　moments；　alone　with　their　thoughts；　listening　to　the　trill　of　the　birds。
　
　Zavala　shook　his　head　in　puzzlement。　〃There's　something　I　don't　get。　A　few　years　ago；　the　Russians　dug　up　some　bones　that　were　supposedly　identified　as　those　of　the　Romanov　family。〃
　〃The　Soviet　government　was　masterful　at　fabricating　evidence。　I　would　assume　that　they　passed　along　that　skill　to　their　successors。　There　may　be　some　truth　to　the　story　of　the　tsar's　bones；　but　even　so；　the　remains　of　the　boy；　Alexis；　and　his　sister　the　Grand　Duchess　Maria　were　never　found。〃
　〃Maria？〃
　〃Yes；　she　was　the　second　youngest。　Why？〃
　
　Zavala　went　out　to　his　car　and　returned　with　the　Perlmutter　file。　He　leafed　thorough　the　contents　and　pulled　out　the　book　excerpt　on　the　little　mermaid；　which　he　handed　to　Dodson。　The　Englishman　donned　a　pair　of　wire…rimmed　reading　glasses。　As　he　pored　over　the　file；　his　expression　grew　grave。
　
　〃Astounding！　If　this　is　accurate；　the　Romanov　line　didn't　die　out！　Maria；　or　Marie　as　she's　called　here；　went　on　to　marry　and　have　children。〃
　〃That's　my　take　on　it。〃
　〃Do　you　know　what　this　means？　Somewhere　there　may　be　a　legitimate　heir　to　the　tsar's　throne。〃　He　ran　his　fingers　through　his　hair。　〃My　God；　what　a　catastrophe！〃
　〃I'm　not　sure　I　understand。〃
　
　Dodson　posed　himself。　〃Russia　is　in　the　midst　of　great　turmoil。　It　is　still　seeking　its　identity。　Beneath　this　bubbling　cauldron　is　a　fire　of　nationalism。　Those　who　would　go　back　to　the　days　of　Peter　the　Great　and　the　tsars　have　touched　a　yearning　in　the　Russian　people；　but　all　they　have　had　to　sell　is　a　memory　of　a　forgotten　time。　With　an　actual　heir　to　the　tsar；　their　cause　would　have　focus。　It　is　a　country　that　still　controls　weapons　of　mass　destruction　and　a　major　share　of　the　world's　natural　resources。　It　will　not　be　safe　for　the　world　if　Russia　lapses　into　a　civil　war　and　follows　the　lead　of　the　worst　kind　of　demagogue。　British　plicity　in　the　plot　against　the　tsar　will　stir　up　all　those　paranoid　feelings　against　the　West。〃　He　affixed　Zavala　with　a　steely　gaze。　〃Tell　your　superiors　that　they　must　be　discreet。　Otherwise　no　one　may　be　able　to　control　the　consequences。〃
　
　Zavala　was　bowled　over　by　the　emotional　reaction　from　this　reserved　Englishman。　〃Yes；　of　course；　I'll　tell　them　what　you　said。〃
　
　But　Dodson　seemed　to　have　forgotten　that　Zavala　was　even　there。　〃The　tsar　is　dead；〃　he　murmured。　〃Long　live　the　tsar。〃
　
　…26…
　WASHINGTON；　D。C。
　
　LEROY　JENKINS　CAUGHT　his　breath　as　he　stepped　from　the　wilting　Washington　heat　into　the　cool　interior　of　the　thirty…story　green　glass　tower　overlooking　the　Potomac。　The　exterior　of　the　tall　tubular　building　was　impressive　enough；　but　nothing　could　have　prepared　him　for　his　first　glimpse　inside　NUMA　headquarters。　He　craned　his　neck　to　gaze　up　to　the　top　of　the　atrium　lobby；　then　swept　his　eyes　around　the　tumbling　waterfalls　and　aquaria　filled　with　exotic　fish；　taking　in　the　huge　globe　of　the　world　that　rose　from　the　center　of　the　sea…green　marble　floor。
　
　Smiling　like　a　child　in　a　toy　shop；　he　started　across　the　giant　lobby；　threading　his　way　among　the　gaggles　of　tourists　who　trailed　behind　impeccably　uniformed　guides。　An　attractive　woman　in　her　twenties；　one　of　several　receptionists　at　a　long　information　desk；　saw　Jenkins　approach　and　beamed　him　in　with　a　pleasant　smile。
　
　〃May　I　help　you？〃　Jenkins　was　struck　dumb。　On　the　flight　from　Portland；　he'd　rehearsed　what　he　would　say　when　he　got　to　NUMA。　Now　his　tongue　seemed　glued　to　the　roof　of　his　mouth。　He　was　overe　by　awe　at　being　in　the　heart　of　the　biggest　ocean　science　agency　in　the　world。　He　felt　like　Fred　Flintstone　visiting　the　Jetsons。　As　an　oceanographer；　he　had　long　contemplated　a　trip　to　the　Holy　Grail　of　ocean　science；　but　his　teaching　duties　had　intervened　and　later　he　was　consumed　by　his　wife's　illness。　Now；　he'd　reached　the　point　where　he　didn't　like　to　leave　Maine；　because；　as　he　joked；　his　gills　would　close　up　if　he　ventured　too　far　from　the　sea。
　
　The　air　seemed　to　crackle　with　electrical　energy。　Every　nontourist　in　view　clutched　a　laptop　puter。　No　one　carried　anything　remotely　resembling　the　battered　tan　briefcase　in　his　sweaty　hand。　Jenkins　was　unfortably　aware　of　his　wrinkled　khaki　pants；　his　worn　Hush　Puppies　and　the　faded　blue　chambray　work　shirt；　damp　from　the　heat。　He　removed　the　tan　fisherman's　cap　and　wiped　the　sweat　off　his　forehead　with　a　red　bandanna；　immediately　regretting　the　move　because　it　made　him　look　even　more　like　a　hick。　He　stuffed　the　bandanna　back　into　his　pocket。
　
　〃Someone　in　particular　you'd　like　to　see？〃
　〃Yes；　but　I'm　not　sure　who　it　might　be。〃　Jenkins　offered　a　weak　grin。　〃Sorry　to　be　so　vague。〃
　
　The　receptionist　was　familiar　with　the　symptoms。　〃You're　not　the　first　person　who's　been　vague。　This　place　can　be　a　bit　overwhelming。　Let's　see　what　we　can　work　out。　Could　you　tell　me　your　name？〃
　〃Sure；　it's　Roy　Jenkins。　Dr：　Leroy　Jenkins；　I　mean。　I　taught　oceanography　at　the　Uni