Viktorov shuffles behind a group of bushes and
sits down heavily on the ground.  You follow him.
   Before long you hear a rustle in the garden not
far from where you and Viktorov are hiding.  Vik-
torov raises a hand in warning.  "Keep very still,"
he murmurs.
   Then another man's voice calls, "Red October."
   "Ah, good."  Viktorov whispers.  "That is code-
word.  Now I answer."  He calls out, "Finland Sta-
tion."  Then he lurches to his feet and proceeds
toward Carlos.
   Carlos turns out to be a wiry, sharp-featured
little man with hair slicked back over his head and
a pencil-thin mustache.
   "Hello, Arkady, my friend," he says in a high-
pitched voice.  "And who is this you've brought
with you?"
   "This is my new colleague," Viktorov syas.
   "Now we do business," Viktorov says.   "You
claim you know this man Marcus's weakness.  I
want to know that."
   "It's simple.  Marcus is not easy to approach.  He
is exceedingly suspicious, and his defenses are su-
perb... Few even know where in the mansion
he keeps his apartments.

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