The Bear and the Dragon - Tom Clancy [188]
Schepke ushered Wise into his office and motioned him to a comfortable chair. "Ive been here for several months, but the Cardinal just arrived recently."
"Can I meet him?"
"Certainly, but His Eminence is on the phone to Rome at the moment. Do you mind waiting a few minutes?"
"No problem," Wise assured him. He looked the monsignor over. He looked athletic, tall, and very German. Wise had visited that country many times, and always felt somewhat uneasy there, as if the racism that had occasioned the Holocaust was still there somewhere, hiding close by but out of sight. In other clothing, he would have taken Schepke for a soldier, even a Marine. He looked physically fit and very smart, clearly a keen observer.
"What order are you in, if I may ask?" Wise said.
"The Society of Jesus," Schepke replied.
A Jesuit, Wise thought at once. That explained it. "From Germany?"
"Correct, but Im based in Rome now at Robert Bellarmine University, and I was asked to accompany His Eminence here because of my language skills." His English was about halfway between English and American, but not Canadian, grammatically perfect and remarkably precise in his pronunciations.
And because youre smart, Wise added to himself. He knew that the Vatican had a respected intelligence-gathering service, probably the oldest in the world. So, this Monsignor was a combination diplomat and spook, Wise decided.
"I wont ask how many languages you speak. Im sure you have me beat," Wise observed. Hed never met or even heard of a dumb Jesuit.
Schepke offered a friendly smile. "It is my function." Then he looked at his desk phone. The light had gone out. Schepke excused himself and headed to the inner office, then returned. "His Eminence will see you now."
Wise rose and followed the German priest in. The man he saw was corpulent and clearly Italian, dressed not in priestly robes, but rather a coat and trousers, with a red shirt (or was it a vest?) underneath his Roman collar. The CNN correspondent didnt remember if the protocol was for him to kiss the mans ring, but hand-kissing wasnt his thing anyway, and so he just shook hands in the American custom.
"Welcome to our legation," Cardinal DiMilo said. "You are our first American reporter. Please—" The Cardinal gestured him to a chair.
"Thank you, Your Eminence." Wise did remember that part of the protocol.
"How may we serve you this day?"
"Well, were in town to cover the trade talks—America and China—and were just looking for a story about life in Beijing. We just learned last night that the Vatican has an embassy here, and we thought we might come over to talk to you, sir."
"Marvelous," DiMilo observed with a gracious priestly smile. "There are a few Christians in Beijing, though this is not exactly Rome."
Wise felt a light bulb go off. "What about Chinese Christians?"
"Weve only met a few. Were going over to see one this afternoon, as a matter of fact, a Baptist minister named Yu."
"Really?" That was a surprise. A local Baptist?
"Yes," Schepke confirmed. "Good chap, he was even educated in America, at Oral Roberts University."
"A Chinese citizen from Oral Roberts?" Wise asked somewhat incredulously, as the STORY! light flashed in his head.
"Yes, it is somewhat unusual, isnt it?" DiMilo observed.
It was unusual enough that a Baptist and a Cardinal of the Roman Catholic Church were on speaking terms, Wise thought, but to have it happen here seemed about as likely as a live dinosaur strolling up the Mall in Washington. Atlanta would sure as hell like this one.
"Could we go over with you?" the CNN correspondent asked.
The terror began soon after she arrived at her workplace. For all the waiting and all the anticipation, it still came as a surprise, and an unwelcome one, the first twinge in her lower abdomen. The last time, now nearly six years before, it had presaged the birth of Ju-Long, and been a surprise as well, but that pregnancy had been authorized, and this one was not. Shed hoped that