The Inner Circle - Brad Meltzer [88]
Leaning forward on the leather sofa, Dallas uses his top two teeth to comb the few beard hairs below his bottom lip. He does the same thing when our boss scolds him for falling behind on the quota we have for answering researchers’ letters and emails. It’s also my first clue that while he’s happy to answer some of my questions, he’s not answering all of them.
“Beecher, do you know what the President of the United States needs more than anything else? And I don’t just mean Orson Wallace. Any President, any era. Obama, the Bushes, Thomas Jefferson. What’s the one thing they need more than anything else?”
“You mean, besides smart advice?”
“No. Smart advice is easy. You’re the President. Every genius in the world is banging down your door. Try again.”
“This is already a stupid game.”
“Just try again.”
“Privacy?”
“That’s top three. You’re Reagan. You’re Obama. You have more power than anyone. What’s even more vital than privacy?”
“Trust.”
“Getting warmer.”
“Someone who cares about you.”
“Getting colder. Think back to George Washington. Why’d he say the Culper Ring helped him win the Revolutionary War?”
“They brought him the best information.”
“Information! There. Bull’s-eye. You see it now, right? That is the most, and I mean the most, vital thing that a President needs to do his job: reliable information. You understand that?”
“I’m not an idiot.”
“Then understand this: Our bureaucracy is so vast, by the time a piece of information makes its way to the President’s desk, it’s like a chewed-over dog bone. It goes from the guy on the ground, up to a supervisor, up to an analyst, up to a chief of staff, up to a deputy secretary, then up to the real secretary, then through the true honchos who pick through it… and then, if it’s lucky, there it is… dumped on your desk, Mr. President. And now you have to take that drool-covered piece of info and use it to make a military, or environmental, or financial decision that’ll affect millions or maybe billions of lives. You ready to rely on that?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“It is that simple. It’s always been that simple. And it is—still—the greatest problem facing every President: You’re the one man in charge, and every day you’re making life-and-death decisions based on the work of total strangers with unknown agendas. And that’s why, when you’re sitting there with all those above-top-secret reports about every problem in the world, you can’t help but wonder: What don’t I know? What’d they leave out of these reports? And what’re the motives and biases built in to the info I’m getting?”
“So the Culper Ring works for the President.”
“No. The Culper Ring doesn’t work for the President. It works for the Presidency. It serves the office, just as George Washington designed it—a built-in backstop to be used when it was needed most. Think about it, Beecher—before you drop the bomb on Hiroshima, wouldn’t you want to be absolutely sure the Japanese weren’t already about to surrender? Or before you went to slaughter your brother in Gettysburg, wouldn’t you want to make sure you had the right general in place? Major General Meade was installed just four days before the fighting at Gettysburg began. Pretty good timing by Lincoln, eh?”
My mind swirls through the examples we found in the Archives—the Bay of Pigs… Sputnik… the Lusitania—each one its own critical moment in presidential history. It swirls even more when it reminds me that of all the theories we had, it’s still Nico who was most correct. The President’s definitely communicating through that dictionary. But it doesn’t change the one thing I refuse to lose focus on:
“You said there were two,” I tell Dallas. “Two Rings.”
“And now you’re seeing the problem,” he says with a nod. “Every once in a while, there’s kind of a… speed bump.”
“Define speed bump.”
“Beecher, I’ve already kept you here for too long. If they’re watching—”
“Tell me about the second Ring, Dallas. Tell me, or I swear to you, I’ll type up this crap and you’ll be reading