Friday， March 20
THE HEAVY METAL DOORS protecting the basement garage of the
State Department Building rose slowly. The Secretary of State s
armored limousine emerged， closely followed by a security car.
The little motorcade turned right on C Street and passed in front of
the building s brightly lit facade. The dozen or so late-night tourists
and spectators who had gathered across C Street to get a glimpse of
Secretary of State Woodrow Wilson Harrold were disappointed to
find it impossible to see inside the limousine s dark windows.
One man， wearing a seaman s watch cap and pea coat， stood
somewhat apart from the cluster. As the limousine passed， he fol-
lowed on foot as far as the corner， where the two cars slowed but
did not come to a halt at the stop sign， then quickly gathered speed
as they swung onto 23rd Street， heading north.
The man melted into the dark shrubbery behind the National
Academy of Sciences Building. He extracted a walkie-talkie unit
from his pocket and spoke into it briefly. He then stepped out onto
the sidewalk， hailed a cab， and directed the driver to National Air-
port.
As the limousine turned left onto Virginia Avenue， two of its
passengers reflected contentedly on the success of the evening s
state dinner for Soviet Foreign Minister Aleksandr Suvarov. Alicia
Harrold and her daughter-in-law， Natalie， had just come from the
majestic John Quincy Adams Drawing Room on the seventh floor
of the Department， where the diplomatic function for Suvarov had
been combined with a celebration of the Secretary s fifty-seventh
birthday. In honor of his grandfather s birthday， the car s third oc-
cupant， Woodrow Wilson Harrold III (who had borne the burden
of that distinguished name for all of five years) had been permitted
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