Oates wasn't sure he heard right. But logic told him the directors of the CIA and FBI were not men to make light of a serious allegation.

"Controlled by whom?"

"We think the Russians," answered Brogan. "But we haven't accumulated all the evidence yet."

"We realize this sounds like science fiction," Emmett explained, "but it appears very real."

"My God, was the President under this influence as you suggest, when he flew to Mauritania for his talks with Antonov?"

Brogan and Emmett exchanged knowing looks. Then Brogan said, "There isn't a plane in flight anywhere in the world the Agency doesn't know about. I'll stake my job that our data win show no trace of an aircraft flying on a course from Maryland to Mauritania and return."

Oates's eyes winened. "The meeting with Antonov Emmett shook his head slowly. "It never happened."

"Then everything-the disarmament, the agricultural trade agreements-was a lie," said Oates, his voice cracking slightly.

"A fact which is heightened by his vague denial of the Eagle murders," anded Brogan.

"Why did he conceive such a crazy nightmare?" Oates asked dazedly.

"It really doesn't matter why he came up with it," said Emmett.

"The programs probably were not even his idea. What matters is how his behavior is guided. Who is motivating his thought patterns, and from where?"

"Can we find out?"

"Yes," said Emmett. "That's why we wanted to catch you before you cut bait."

"What can I do?"

"Stay," Brogan replied. "The President is not fit for office.

With Margolin, Moran and Larimer still missing, you'remain the next man in line."

"The President must be held in check until we can finish our investigation," said Emmett. "With you at the helm, we keep a measure of control in the event he must be removed from office."

Oates straightened and took a deep breath. "Lord, this is beginning to sound like a conspiracy to assassinate the President."

"In the end," Brogan said grimly, it may well come to that."

LUGOVOY TUIRNED FROM HIS NOTFs and stared at his staff neurologist, who sat at the console monitoring the telemetric signals.

"Condition?"

"Subject has entered a relaxed state. Brain rhythms indicate normal sleep patterns." The neurologist looked up and smiled. "He doesn't know it, but he's snoring."

"I imagine his wife knows it."

"My guess is she sleeps in another bedroom. They haven't had sex since he returned."

"Body functions?"

"All reading normal."

Lugovoy yawned and read the time. "Twelve minutes after one A.M."

"You should get some sleep, Doctor. The President's internal clock wakes him between six and six-fifteen every morning."

"This is not an easy project," Lugovoy groused. "The President requires two hours' less sleep than I do. I detest early risers." He paused and scanned the polysomnography screen that monitored the President's physiological parameters accompanying his sleep.

"It appears he's dreaming."

"Be interesting to see what the President of the United States dreams about."

"We'll get a rough idea as soon as his brain cell activity goes from coordinated thought patterns to disjointed abstractions."