The Secret Servant

line, attempting to show appropriate concern in public for the fate of his friend’s daughter while at the same time making it clear to the terrorists that they had not managed to incapacitate the most powerful man on the planet. Only those closest to the president knew the physical and emotional toll the kidnapping had taken on him.
    “What do you suggest, Nick?”
    “Taking the bull by the horns, sir. I think it would be better for the country and the rest of the world to hear the news from your mouth than Melissa Stewart’s.”
    “How long do we have before she goes on the air with it?”
    Scanlon looked at his watch. “Nine minutes, sir.”
    The president looked from his press secretary to his national security advisor. “I need to know whether I’m going to be placing any sensitive operations in jeopardy if I go public now. Get the director of the CIA on the line. The secretary of state, too.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    The president looked at Scanlon again. “Assuming no one has any objections, where would you like to do this?”
    “The Briefing Room feels appropriate to me.”
    “No questions, though.”
    “I’ll make that clear to the reporters beforehand.”
    “How are you going to handle Melissa Stewart?”
    “We’ll have to promise her something,” Scanlon said. “Something big.”
    “Couldn’t we just appeal to her sense of decency and patriotism?”
    “We’re talking about Melissa Stewart, Mr. President. I’m not sure she has a pulse, let alone a sense of patriotism.”
    The president exhaled heavily. “You can tell her the first interview I do after this is over will be with NBC News. That should make her happy.”
    “That’s going to cause me problems elsewhere in the press room, sir.”
    “I’m afraid that those are your problems, Nick, not mine.”
    “Would you like me to draft a statement for you, sir?”
    The president shook his head. “This is one I can handle on my own.”
     
     
     
    Melissa Stewart was pulling on her overcoat and preparing to head for the North Lawn when the telephone in her booth rang.
    “Cutting it close, don’t you think?”
    “I’m sorry, Melissa. For a moment I forgot that you’re the center of the universe.”
    “I’m late for an important live shot, Nick.”
    “Cancel it.”
    “What have you got for me?”
    “The president is going into the Briefing Room in twenty minutes to tell the world that the Sword of Allah is holding Elizabeth Halton hostage and is demanding the release of Sheikh Abdullah. Before his appearance, you may report that NBC News has learned that Elizabeth Halton is being held by Egyptian militants and that the president is expected to say more on the situation. If you stick to the script, your network will get the first exclusive with the president when this affair is over. If you don’t, I’ll devote the rest of my time at the White House to making your life miserable. Do we have a deal?”
    “I believe we do.”
    “See you in the Briefing Room in ten minutes. And don’t try to slip one past me, Melissa. I’ll be listening carefully.”
     
     
     
    The president of the United States stepped to the podium in the White House Briefing Room at precisely 1:30 P.M . Eastern time and informed the world that his goddaughter had been taken hostage by the Egyptian terror group known as the Sword of Allah. In exchange for Elizabeth’s release, said the president, the terrorists had demanded that the United States free Sheik Abdullah Abdul-Razzaq. It was a demand, the president made clear, that would never be met. He called on the terrorists to release Elizabeth immediately, warned them and their sponsors that they would be brought to justice, and thanked the American people for their prayers and support.
    At 1:32, the president stepped away from the podium and left Nicholas Scanlon, his press secretary, to face the stunned press corps alone. Adrian Carter pressed the MUTE button on his remote control and looked toward the door of his office, where Shepard Cantwell, the deputy director for intelligence, was standing in his shirtsleeves and suspenders.
    “What did you think?” Cantwell asked.
    Carter hesitated before answering. Shepard Cantwell only asked questions of others when he wanted to venture an opinion of his own. Cantwell couldn’t help it. He was Analysis.
    “I thought he did as well as expected under the circumstances,” Carter said. “He made it clear to the Sword that we won’t be held hostage and that