"And look here!" said the Secretary, slipping his hand within Teddy's jacket and withdrawing a small oilskin pouch. "It's rather rudimentary, but the Cyrillic lettering is genuine, and our ambassador assures us the layout is correct."
The President took the pouch, unfolded it and drew out a small sheet of paper, covered with the inscrutable letterings, and numerous rectangles and curving red lines.
"I give up," he said. "What is it?"
"A map of the Kremlin," said the Secretary, his eyes dancing. "That big red 'X' is the location of the Politburo Council Chamber."
"Perhaps," the President said weakly, "you could explain...?"
"Mister President," said Professor Blake, "I am the new Chief of Propaganda for the government."
The President nodded, poured himself a glass of water from a pitcher and drained it. "Yes, yes?" he said.
"Naturally, I have spent my career studying the psychology of a Certain Power...."
The President groaned. "Please, gentlemen, let's name names! It need never go outside this room. My lips are sealed!"
The professor and the Secretary exchanged a look, a raising of eyebrows, then a shrug of surrender.