Watergate Amendment Vol 2
with which to play.
He was relaxing at his desk, reading the Wall Street
Journal, which he was coming to find more interesting than he’d
expected, when his secretary buzzed to inform him he had a
personal call. She said, “The caller wouldn’t identify himself.
He just said it was personal.”
Running through a mental list of possibilities, Jude picked
up the phone. “This is Jude Thaddeus.”
“Hello, Mr. Thaddeus,” responded a voice he thought he
recognized as Chandler, Rockefeller’s button-down bagman. “I
suppose you’ve been expecting to hear from me?”
“Maybe,” said Jude cautiously. “Tell me why I should be
expecting a call.”
“Not on a phone line, we’ll talk in private. I’ll be at
the Mayflower in Washington tomorrow night. I trust you will be
able make a trip down. We’ll visit then. You’ll find a room
reserved in your name. Expect to stay three days. As soon as
you’ve checked in, come to room one two four. Travel light.
There's no need to commit any of our projects to writing. Any
Jude was about to ask some questions, but calmly said,
“I’ll be there tomorrow night.” Jude then heard a click as the
phone went dead.
Jude decided to ride the Amtrak high-speed rails to
Washington. He liked the first-class cabin and feeling of
travel, riding in a train. From the window he could see the
country at work, congested cities, and the farmland in-between.
All the way to Washington he was nervous, checking his watch
every few minutes. He was afraid that the Governor had done an
audit of all the money Jude had spent on his firm, which, after
all was only a front, with only a vague connection to the
project. In his mind he reviewed all the arguments of why a