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dn't　you？　After　all　I　did　for　him？　But　no。　He　never　es。　He　never　es　around。　And　now　the　social
　workers　won't　let　me　have　any　more　children。　Not　since　my　second　husband　died。　They　say　there　have　to　be　two　parents　in　a　foster　home。　And　besides　they　say　that　I'm　too　old。　Well；　that's　craziness。　I　love　children；　and　that's　all　that　should　count。　I　love　each　and　every　one　of　them。　Haven't　I　dedicated　my　life　to　foster　children？　I'm　not　too　old　for　them。　And　when　I　think　of　all　the　suffering　children；　I　could　just　cry。
　The　last　half　of　that　report　was　a　transcription　of　a　long　and　rambling　conversation　with　the　man　to　whom　Mrs。　Peterson　had　been　married　at　the　time　that　she　took　the　eleven…year…old　Ogden　Salsbury　into　her　home。
　This　interview　was　conducted　with　Mr。　Allen　J。　Barger　（now　eighty…three　years　old）　in　the　Evins…Maebry　Nursing　Home　in　Huntington；　Long　Island；　on　the　afternoon　of　Friday；　January　24；　1975。　The　subject　is　supported　at　the　home　by　the　three　children　from　his　second　marriage。　The　subject；　who　suffers　from　senility；　was　alternately　lucid　and　incoherent。　The　subject　was　not　aware　that　he　was　being　recorded。
　Dawson　leafed　ahead　to　the　passage　he　bad　marked。
　AGENT：　Do　you　remember　any　of　the　foster　children　that　you　took　in　while　you　were　married　to　Carrie？
　MR。　BARGER：　She　took　them　in。　Not　me。
　AGENT：　Do　you　remember　any　of　them？
　MR。　BARGER：　Oh；　Christ。
　AGENT：　What's　the　matter？
　MR。　BARGER：　I　try　not　to　remember　them。
　AGENT：　You　didn't　enjoy　them　like　she　did？
　MR。　BARGER：　All　those　dirty　little　faces　when　I　came　home　from　work。　She　tried　to　say　we　needed　the　extra　money；　the　few　dollars　the　government　gave　us　for　keeping　the　kids。　It　was　the　Depression。　But　she　drank　up　the　money。
　AGENT：　She　was　an　alcoholic？
　MR。　BARGER：　Not　when　I　married　her。　But　she　was　sure　on　her　way　to　being　one。
　AGENT：　Do　you　remember　a　child　named…　
　Mr。　BARGER：　My　trouble　was　I　didn't　many　her　for　her　mind。
　AGENT：　Excuse　me？
　MR。　BARGER：　I　married　my　second　wife　for　her　mind；　and　that　worked　out　swell。　But　when　I　got　hitched　to　Carrie　。　。　。　Well；　I　was　forty　years　old　and　still　single　and　sick　to　death　of　going　to　whores。　Carrie　came　along；　twenty…six　and　fresh　as　a　peach；　so　much　younger　than　me　but　interested　in　me；　and　I　let　my　balls　do　my　thinking　for　me。　Married　her　for　her　body　with　no　thought　as　to　what　was　in　her　head。　That　was　a　big　mistake。
　AGENT：　I'm　sure　it　was。　'Well　。　。　。　Now；　could　you　tell　me　if　you　can　remember　a　child　named…　MR。　BARGER：　She　had　magnificent　jugs。
　AGENT：　I　beg　your　pardon？
　MR。　BARGER：　Jugs。　Boobs。　Carrie　had　a　magnificent　set。
　AGENT：　Oh。　Yes。　Uh。。。
　MR。　BARGER：　She　was　pretty　good　in　bed　too。　When　you　could　get　her　away　from　those　goddamned　kids。　Those　kids！　I　don't　know　why　I　ever　agreed　to　take　the　first　one　in。　After　that　we　never　had　less　than　four　and　usually　six　or　seven。　She　had　always　wanted　a　big　family。　But　she　wasn't　able　to　have　children　of　her　own。　I　guess　maybe　that　made　her　want　them　even　more。　But　she　didn't　really　want　to　be　a　mother。　It　was　just　a　dream；　a　sort　of　sentimental　thing　with　her。
　AGENT：　What　do　you　mean？
　MR。　BARGER：　Oh；　she　liked　the　idea；　of　having　children　more　than　she　liked　really　having　them。
　AGENT：　I　see。
　MR。　BARGER：　She　couldn't　discipline　them　worth　a　damn。　They　walked　right　over　her。　And　I　wasn't　about　to　take　over　that　chore。　No；　sir！　I　worked　hard；　long　hours　in　those　days。　When　I　came　home　I　didn't　want　to　do
　anything　but　relax。　I　didn't　spend　my　time　chasing　after　a　pack　of　brats。　So　long　as　they　left　me　alone；　they　could　do　what　they　wanted。　They　knew　that；　and　they　never　bothered　me。　Hell；　they　weren't　my　kids。
　AGENT：　Do　you　remember　one　of　them　named　Ogden　Salsbury？
　MR。　BARGER：　No。
　AGENT：　His　mother　lived　next　door　to　you。　She　had　a　lot　of
　lovers。　One　of　them；　a　man　named　Parker；　raped　the　boy。
　Homosexual　rape。
　MR。　BARGER：　e　to　think　of　it；　I　do　remember　him。　Ogden。　Yeah。　He　came　to　the　house　at　a　bad　time。
　AGENT：　A　bad　time？　How's　that？
　MR。　BARGER：　It　was　all　girls　then。
　AGENT：　All　girls？
　MR。　BARGER：　Carrie　was　on　a　kick。　She　wouldn't　take　in　any　but　little　girls。　Maybe　she　thought　she　could　control　them　better　than　she　could　a　bunch　of　boys。　So　this　Ogden　and　I　were　the　only　men　in　the　house　for　about　two　or　three　years。
　AGENT：　And　that　was　bad　for　him？
　MR。　BARGER：　The　older　girls　knew　what　had　happened　to　him。　They　used　to　tease　him　something　fierce。　He　couldn't　take　it。　He'd　blow　up　every　time。　Start　yelling　and　screaming　at　them。　Of　course　that　was　what　they　wanted；　so　they　just　teased　him　some　more。　When　this　Ogden　used　to　let　the　girls　get　his　goat；　I'd　take　him　aside　and　talk　to　him…almost　father　to　son。　I　used　to　tell　him　not　to　pay　them　any　mind。　I　used　to　tell　him　that　they　were　just　women　and　that　women　were　good　for　only　two　things。　Fucking　and　cooking。　That　was　my　attitude　before　I　met　my　second　wife。　Anyway；　I　think　I　must　have　been　a　great　help　to　that　boy。　A　great　help　。　。　。　Do　you　know　they　won't　let　you　fuck　in　this　nursing　home？
　The　other　report　that　Dawson　found　especially　interesting　was　an　interview　with　Laud　Richardson；　a　first…level　clerk　in
　the　Pentagon's　Bureau　of　Security　Clearance　Investigations。　A　Harrison…Bodrei　agent　had　offered　Richardson　five　hundred　dollars　to　pull　Salsbury's　army　security　file；　study　it；　and　report　its　contents。
　Again；　Dawson　had　bracketed　the　most　relevant　passages　with　a　red　pen。
　RICHARDSON：　Whatever　research　he's　doing　must　be　damned　important。　They've　spent　a　lot　of　money　covering　for　the　sonofabitch　over　the　past　ten　years。　And　the　Pentagon　just　doesn't　do　that　unless　it　expects　to　be　repaid　in　spades　some　day。
　AGENT：　Covering　for　him？　How？
　RICHARDSON：　He　likes　to　mark　up　prostitutes。
　AGENT：　Mark　them　up？
　RICHARDSON：　Mostly　with　his　fists。
　AGENT：　How　often　does　this　happen？
　RICHARDSON：　Once　or　twice　a　year。
　AGENT：　How　often　does　he　see　prostitutes？
　RICHARDSON：　He　goes　whoring　the　first　weekend　of　every　other　month。　Regular　as　you　please。　Like　he's　a　robot　or　something。　You　could　set　your　watch　by　his　need。　Usually；　he　goes　into　Manhattan；　makes　the　rounds　of　the　leisure　and　health　spas；　phones　a　couple　of　call　girls　and　has　them　up　to　his　hotel　room。　Now　and　then　one　of　them　es　along　with　the　kind　of　look　that　sets　him　off；　and　he　beats　the　shit　out　of　her。
　AGENT：　What　look　is　that？
　RICHARDSON：　Usually　blond；　but　not　always。　Usually　pale；　but　not　always。　But　she　is　always　small。　Five　one　or　five　two。　A　hundred　pounds。　And　delicate。　Very　delicate　features。
　AGENT：　Why　would　a　girl　like　that　set　him　off？
　RICHARDSON：　The　Pentagon　tried　to　force　him　into　psychoanalysis。　He　went　to　one　session　and　refused　to　go　the　second　time。　He　did　tell　the　psychiatrist　that　these　frenzies　of　his　were　generated　by　more　than　the　girls'　appearance。　They　have　to　be　delicate。…but　not　just　in　a
　physical　sense。　They　have　to　seem　emotionally　vulnerable　to　him　before　be　gets　the　urge　to　pound　them　senseless。
　AGENT：　In　other　words　if　he　thinks　the　woman　is　his　equal　or　his　superior；　she's　safe。　But　if　be　feels　that　he　can　dominate　her…
　RICHARDSON：　Then　she'd　better　have　her　Blue　Cross　paid　in　full。
　AGENT：　He　hasn't　killed　any　of　these　women；　has　he？
　RICHARDSON：　Not　yet。　But　he's　e　close　a　couple　of　times。
　AGENT：　You　said　someone　in　the　Pentagon　covers　up　for　him。
　RICHARDSON：　Usually　someone　from　our　bureau。
　AGENT：　How？
　RICHARDSON：　By　paying　the　girl's　hospital　bills　and　giving　her　a　lump　sum。　The　size　of　the　pay…off　depends　on　the　extent　of　her　injuries。
　AGENT：　Is　he　considered　a　high　security　risk？
　RICHARDSON：　Oh；　no。　If　be　was　a　closet　queen　and　we　found　out　about　it；　he'd　be　classified　as　a　fairly　bad　risk。　But　his　hang…ups　and　vices　aren't　secret。　They're　out　in　the　open。　No　one　can　blackmail　him；　threaten　him　with　the　loss　of　his　job　because　we　already　know　all　of　his　dirty　little　secrets。　In　fact；　whenever　he　marks　up　a　girl；　he　has　a　special　number　to　call；　a　relay　point　right　in　my　department。　Someone　is　at　his　hotel　room　within　an　hour　to　clean　up　after　him。
　AGENT：　Nice　people　you　work　for。
　RICHARDSON：　Aren't　they？　But　I'm　surprised　that　even　they　put　up　with　this　sonofabitch　Salsbury。　He's　a　sick　man。　He's　a　real　can　of　worms　all　by　himself。　They　should　stick　him　away　in　a　cell　somewhere　and　just　forget　all　about　him。
　AGENT：　Do　you　know　about　his　childhood？
　RICHARDSON：　About　his　mother　and　the　man　who　raped　him？　It's　in　the　file。
　AGENT：　It　helps　to　explain　why　he…
　RICHARDSON：　You　know　what？　Even　though　I　can　see　where　his　craziness　es　from；　even　though　I　can　see　that　it　isn't　entirely　his　fault　that　he　is　what　he　is；　I　can't　dredge　up　any　passion　for　him。　When　I　think　about　all　of　those　girls　who　ended　up　in　hospitals　with　their　jaws　broken　and　their　eyes　swollen　shut　。　。　。　Listen；　did　any　of　those　girls　feel　less　pain　because　Salsbury's　evil　isn't　entirely　his　own　doing？　I'm　an　old…style　liberal　when　it　es　to　most　things。　But　this　liberal　line　about　passion　for　the　criminal…that's　ninety　percent　horseshit。　You　can　only　spout　that　kind　of　garbage　if　you　and　your　own　family　have　been　lucky　enough　to　avoid　animals　like　Salsbury。　If　it　was　up　to　me；　I'd　put　him　on　trial　for　all　of　those　beatings。　Then　I'd　send　him　away　to　a　cell　somewhere；　hundreds　of　miles　from　the　nearest　woman。
　Dawson　sighed。
　He　put　the　reports　in　the　folder　and　returned　the　folder　to　the　lower　right…hand　desk　drawer。
　O　Lord；　he　thought　prayerfully；　give　me　the　power　to　undo　what　damage　he's　done　in　Black　River。　If　this　mistake　can　be　remedied；　if　the　field　test　can　be　pleted　properly；　then　I　will　be　able　to　feed　the　drug　to　both　Ernst　and　Ogden。　I'll　be　able　to　program　them。　I've　been　making　preparations。　You　know　that。　I'll　be　able　to　program　them　and　convert　them　to　Your　holy　fellowship。　And　not　just　them。　The　world。　There　will　be　no　more　souls　for　Satan。　Heaven　on　earth。　That's　what　it'll　be；　Lord。　True　heaven　on　earth；　all　in　the　shining　light　of　Your　love。
　2：55　P。M。
　Sam　read　the　last　line　of　Salsbury's　article；　closed　the　book；　and　said；　〃Jesus！〃
　〃At　least　now　we　have　some　idea　of　what's　happening　in　Black　River；〃　Paul　said。
　〃All　of　that　crazy　stuff　about　breaking　down　the　ego；　primer　drugs；　code　phrases；　achieving　total　control；　bringing　contentment　to　the　masses　through　behavioral　modification；　the　benefits　of　a　subliminally　directed　society。　。　。〃　Somewhat　dazed　by　Salsbury's　rhetoric；　Jenny　shook　her　head　as　if　that　would　help　her　to　think　more　clearly。　〃He　sounds　like　a　lunatic。　He's　certifiable。〃
　〃He's　a　Nazi；〃　Sam　said；　〃in　spirit　if　not　in　name。　That's　a　very　special　breed　of　lunatic。　A　very　deadly　breed。　And　there　are　literally　thousands　of　people　like　him；　hundreds　of　thousands　who　would　agree　with　every　word　he　said　about　the　benefits　of　a　'subliminally　directed　society。'〃
　Thunder　exploded　with　such　violence　that　it　sounded　as　if　the　bowl　of　the　sky　had　cracked　in　two。　A　fierce　gust　of　wind　slammed　against　the　house。　The　tempo　of　the　rain　on　the　roof　and　windows　picked　up　to　double　time。
　〃Whatever　he　is；〃　Paul　said；　〃he's　done　exactly　what　he　said　could　be　done。　He's　made　this　insane　scheme　work。　By　God；　that　has　to　be