COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE AGENCY REPORT

Date: Winter, 1972
Country: Montana-Crans, Switzerland
Subject: AN INTERVIEW WITH THE SWISS POLICE
Classification: CONFIDENTIAL File No. 4575

The Fugitive's chalet is a cozy museum of Valaisan culture with six-foot-high cuckoo clock, large stone-carved fireplace and crossed swords on the wall.  Our Agent Michel Hauchard arranged matters with the realtor and the owner who both dig the money and the glamour of a Bona Fide Exile Philosopher sponsored by a Gangster.

There is not much happening at Crans except natives taking money from middle-class Italian Skiers (an old Carthaginian custom), so the Doctor is pushed into the vacuum as village celebrity.  A familiar role much preferable to the Fugitive.

On the 27th day of December we taped the following phone call.  Michel is agitated.

"Ah Teem, I have just been talking to the Chief of Police here.  He has just received word from Bern ..."

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"About my political asylum?"

"No.  That will come soon.  But today the police tell me that threats have been made against your life."

"I don't believe it."

"Well the police are worried.  They want to talk to you this afternoon.  You must come to Lausanne."

We followed the Fugitive who pointed his car down the twisting road from Crans at a tight, strong speed, curving along the shoulders of the hills.  It is a lonely drive.  The stone-walled, timber-roofed farmhouses are stuck on the slopes, each seeking its own view of the valley below.  The neat Calvin peak of a church tower appears and disappears as the road winds down to the Rhone highway, then west past Martigny to Aigle, nestled at the end of Leman, past the damp jailhouse gloom of Chateau Chillon to Michel's penthouse.

Michel himself piloted the Rolls up the cobblestone hills of Lausanne to the cantonal Department of Justice guarded behind stone fortress walls.  The Chief of Police was genial.  He thanked Michel for the watch and happily discussed the size of ski boots Michel was to buy for his wife.  They are interviewed by a plain-clothed inspector who chatted with Michel about Napoleonic history.  (We taped the conversation.)

"Do you think these anonymous phone threats are serious?" asks Michel.

"We don't know.  Intelligence reports from Algeria that Eldrige Cleaver claims he is keeping the Professor under surveillance.  Maoist groups in Paris and West Germany have announced that he is a threat to the Armed Revolution because he depoliticizes young people.  The Israelis will swap him for a few jets.  Arab militants seem to view him with sympathy as an American fugitive.  What do you think?"

"I think the whole thing is a hoax," said the Professor.

"Privately," confides the Inspector, "I am inclined to agree.  However, I have been instructed to offer you a full-time bodyguard if you wish it."

"Male or female?" says Michel.

"Not at all," exclaimed the Fugitive in alarm, probably thinking of the threat to his eroding life-style.

"I thought so," smiled the Inspector slyly.  "At any rate you need not worry.  Twenty-four hours a day you are under the protective eye of Swiss security."

(End of tape.)

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Agency note:

We should speak to Inspector Klausxitz and tell him to be more discreet.  We don't want to spook our Pigeon until it's time to spook him good.

GENETIC HALL OF FAME
Rusty Schweickart