Eve of Destruction
by Henry Charles Mishkoff
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The Eyes Have It

She said she had run out of time, and she had told me pretty much all she knew, anyway. She would contact me with more specific information as Yuri fed it to her. She would write to me via email encrypted with a key based on the position of certain words on certain pages in my book. (Yes, I did appreciate the irony that now she would be the one feeding coded messages to me.)

So, you ask, if Dr. Malenkov was planning to keep me up to date on the Vanderoo Plot via email, why were we standing in the rain in a decaying Polish cemetery?

I was wondering that myself, so I asked her.

"I had to be sure I trusted you," she said. "I had to see you, to look into your eyes," she explained, looking into my eyes. "To look into your soul," she added, earnestly. And this time, I'm certain those were her exact words, I can still hear her saying them. So maybe there was a touch of the poet in the old girl after all.

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