I felt that Voukelitch wasn’t really much of an agent for anyone. He was a nice guy, but I didn’t think he was contributing very much.
Then there was Masinov. I was inclined to suspect him merely because he was in the KGB—which might be a mistake on my part. There was one other possibility. Who was Sasha, the agent who sent messages to everyone? He, or she, seemed even more likely. The person who made all the drops was the most logical candidate. Sasha might be any one of the four or might be somebody else. As usual, I hadn’t been given enough advance information.
I finally decided that I had to handle it in my usual way—play it by ear. I had another drink and went to sleep.
I was up early the next morning, showered, shaved, and got dressed. I had a small drink and some breakfast in the
