“We were aware of it,” murmured Count Anatol Markov.

Buckner gave him a sharp glance. “Then you know the Kremlin discovered the plot in time to head it off and corral the perpetrators. They’re not fools. They’re bound to be twice as alert now as they were before that attempt-your chances are getting slimmer all the…”

“Colonel Buckner,” Count Anatol said, very cool. “The recent attempt on Stalin’s life failed because Stalin was warned in advance.”

“By whom?” He had to ask it even though he suddenly felt he knew the answer.

“By us,” Anatol told him without hesitation.

Buckner was angry and showed it. “Is it your idea of good faith to keep your allies in the dark on an issue that vital?”

“The issue is no longer vital,” Anatol said.

Baron Oleg said, “That attempt failed because we foiled it, Colonel. Stalin will not be given warning of our own attack. And it is reassuring, don’t you think, that our participation in forestalling the German attempt was not discovered by your own intelligence. It leads one to conclude that our security is very tight.”

“I’d damn well like to know how you got wind of that scheme.”

“We have access to channels of information in Germany that are denied to you, I’m sure,” Anatol said.

The Russian Count seemed made of ice: no emotion at all in his presentation. Buckner said, “It might be helpful to us all if you’d share those channels.”

For the first time Prince Leon spoke. “The time may very well come when it is mutually advantageous for us to do that, Colonel. At the moment however our alliance is fragile as you know. Clearly that makes it important that we retain what few advantages we have. They may prove useful as bargaining points as time goes by-I’m sure you can appreciate that.”

“You’re very candid.”

“I try to be when the reverse would serve no purpose.”

“At least you can tell me this much. Who organized that attempt against Stalin?”

He saw them look at one another; Prince Leon nodded his visible assent and Count Anatol said, “They were White Russians-the followers of the Grand Duke Mikhail. The program had Nazi support.”

“Just as yours has Anglo-American support. That’s rather cozy-playing both ends against the middle.”

“It was hardly like that, Colonel,” Baron Oleg said. He pushed his thumb down into the pipe and prepared to strike a match. “If we had been working with them we’d hardly have given away their plan to the Bolsheviks.”

Anatol said, “It was a race between their operation and ours. We have put them out of the race-temporarily at least.”

“What did they expect to achieve?”

“A German victory. Apparently Hitler offered Mikhail the puppet throne of Russia.”

“I see.”

Prince Leon said, “I’m sure you did not summon us here to discuss the thwarted attempt on Stalin’s life last week.”

Oleg sucked at his pipe until he had it going to his satisfaction and then he said. “He asked us here in order to impose a schedule on us.”

They were damnably irritating: forever a jump ahead of him. He’d underestimated them badly. He said cautiously. “I’m not trying to impose anything on anybody. But history has a way of doing those things for us. I think we’ve reached the point where we’ve got no choice but to trust one another-there isn’t time for anything else.”

Prince Leon said, “In what matters are we to trust one another, Colonel?”

“It’s time you let us in on your tactical plan, I think.”

“Of course he thinks that,” Baron Oleg remarked to Anatol. “He has thought that from the beginning.”

Prince Leon said, “The British seem satisfied, Colonel.”

“Then perhaps the British have been approached more frankly than we have.”

He saw them glance at one another again. He said, “Danilov went to London two weeks ago. Who did he talk to? What did he do there?”

“I’m sure we cannot answer that,” Anatol said. “We were not there.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Baron Oleg took the pipe out of his mouth. “We are fighting for Russia, Colonel. Not for the United States of America. Surely you recognize that our first obligation is not to you.”

Buckner willed himself to sit back and cross his legs. “Very well. According to our latest intelligence briefs the Germans have surrounded four entire Red Armies west of Moscow-the Nineteenth, the Twenty-fourth, the Thirtieth and the Thirty-second. Von Bock has them trapped east of Smolensk. Those pockets will be wiped out or captured within five or six days at most. Guderian has the Third and the Thirteenth surrounded. That’s six entire armies, gentlemen-the better part of a million troops and God knows how many tanks and guns. The roads to Moscow will be wide open within a week. Stalin’s throwing everything he’s got left into the Mozhaisk Line and he’s put Zhukov personally in charge of it-but it’s only forty miles from the center of Moscow and the way things look right now Zhukov won’t be able to hold it for long.”

Count Anatol said, “The blizzards of winter will stop them, Colonel. Winter comes in three to four weeks.”

“And if the panzers breach the Mozhaisk Line before that?”

“We do not think they will. The German tanks are wallowing in deep mud now-quite often they have been immobilized completely. They are not likely to break Zhukov’s lines within a week or two. And those four armies on the Smolensk-Moscow road are still holding their positions, surrounded or not. As long as they remain there the Germans can’t advance with their full force.”

Prince Leon had a gentle voice. “Colonel, we began this undertaking with the understanding that it would be done within one hundred days. We expect to be in operation well within that time limit.”

“The limit has been shortened,” Buckner said flatly. “Hitler has moved faster than we had any reason to expect. We credited the Russian army with more fighting ability than it’s demonstrated.”

“No,” Leon said softly. “It was not their ability you depended on-it was their will to fight. The elimination of Stalin-the restoration of their country to its people-will rekindle that spirit.”

“I’m not sure we have time for that any more.”

Leon’s face told him nothing. It was nearly expressionless: remote, courteous, attentive. “I’m not certain I understand your position, Colonel. What is it you wish us to do-abandon the enterprise?”

“No. I’m asking you to accelerate it. To convince Danilov he hasn’t got as much time as he thought he had.”

Baron Oleg said, “There are certain things you can’t rush, Colonel. You can’t expect to make nine women pregnant in order to get a baby in one month. Nor can you execute a plan like ours with half-trained and half-equipped troops. There is no point starting the operation unless it has every possible advantage-the odds are poor enough as it is.”

Buckner shook his head. “It’s your choice, gentlemen. Speed it up or cancel it. There’s no third course.”

Count Anatol said, “That is an ultimatum, is it?”

“I’m not dictating it. The facts are.”

“No,” Prince Leon said. “It is not the facts, Colonel, it is your interpretation of them. One has the impression your President has developed-what is your expression-cold feet? The Nazis have not moved very much faster than we anticipated. They are approximately where we expected them to be by autumn-nearer Moscow than they were before but not yet at the gates of the city. We expected Zhukov to blunt their drive and he did so. We expected the rains to slow their tanks and they have done so. We now expect winter to stall the German advance and while no one can promise it there is a good likelihood it will do so. No, Colonel. The facts in Europe have not changed. It is only the facts in Washington that may have changed.”

“What are you implying, Your Highness? That we’re trying to back out of our agreement?” He could feel the blood rise to his cheeks. “My country isn’t in the habit of reneging on its commitments.”