Judge Moore pulled a cigar from his jacket pocket and lit it, looking past the flame into Ryan's eyes.  The judge, everyone said, had been a hell of a field officer in his day.  He'd worked with Hans Tofte during the Korean War and had been instrumental in bringing off one of the CIA's legendary missions, the disappearance of a Norwegian ship that had been carrying a cargo of medical personnel and supplies for the Chinese.  The loss had delayed a Chinese offensive for several months, saving thousands of American and allied lives.  But it had been a bloody operation.  All of the Chinese personnel and all of the Norwegian crewmen had vanished.  It was a bargain in the simple mathematics of war, but the morality of the mission was another matter.  For this reason, or perhaps another, Moore had soon thereafter left government service to become a trial lawyer in his native Texas.  His career had been spectacularly successful, and he'd advanced from wealthy courtroom lawyer to distinguished appellate judge.  He had been recalled to the CIA three years earlier because of his unique combination of absolute personal integrity and experience in black operations.  Judge Moore hid a Harvard law degree and a highly ordered mind behind the facade of a West Texas cowboy, something he had never been but simulated with ease.

"So, Dr. Ryan, what do you think of this?" Moore said as the deputy director of operations came in.  "Hi, Bob, come on over here.  We just showed Ryan here the WILLOW file."

"Oh?"  Ritter slid a chair over, neatly trapping Ryan in the corner.  "And what does the admiral's fair-haired boy think of that?"

"Gentlemen, I assume that you all regard this information as genuine," Ryan said cautiously, getting nods.  "Sir, if this information was hand delivered by the Archangel Michael, I'd have trouble believing it—but since you gentlemen say it's reliable . . ."  They wanted his opinion.  The problem was, his conclusion was too incredible.  Well, he decided, I've gotten this far by giving my honest opinions . . .

Ryan took a deep breath and gave them his evaluation.

"Very well, Dr. Ryan," Judge Moore nodded sagaciously.  "First I want to hear what else it might be, then I want you to defend your analysis."

"Sir, the most obvious alternative doesn't bear much thinking about.  Besides, they've been able to do it since Friday and they haven't done it," Ryan said, keeping his voice low and reasonable.  Ryan had trained himself to be objective.  He ran through the four alternatives he had considered, careful to examine each in detail.  This was no time to allow personal views to intrude on his thinking.  He spoke for ten minutes.

"I suppose there's one more possibility, Judge," he concluded.  "This could be disinformation aimed at blowing this source.  I cannot evaluate that possibility."

"The thought has occurred to us.  All right, now that you've gone this far, you might as well give your operational recommendation."