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, which was discovered by American whalers after it was stranded in the ice and abandoned by all hands. The ship was repaired by the U.S. Navy and returned to England. This desk was a reciprocal gift from Queen Victoria to President Rutherford B. Hayes. Can you imagine the great minds that have sat at this desk? Great minds. Great minds.”
    “Mr. President,” Cartwright said, his bushy eyebrows tightly knitted together. “Can we talk about Kuraq? I assume—”
    Kyler flung himself across the desk. “Ha! But you should never assume. Because when you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.
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    Dr. Albertson quietly rose to his feet. Somehow a sphygmomanometer had materialized in his hands. He approached the president. “Sir, I’d like to take your blood pressure and conduct a small examination, just to make sure—”
    “Oh, leave me alone.” Kyler turned and faced the large window behind the desk. “So much history has occurred in this room. So much history. Did you know that the White House—which they used to call the Executive Mansion—originally didn’t even have a West Wing? True. You can thank Teddy Roosevelt for this. Before him, this whole wing was covered by gardens and greenhouses. Teddy was the one who decided he needed a retreat from his wife and children and pets and nieces and nephews. He had the West Wing constructed to give himself a private retreat where he could actually get some work done. Taft enlarged it, and every president since has worked right here, in this office, gazing out at this magnificent view.”
    Albertson tapped him on the shoulder. “Sir, I really must insist—”
    “On what? A round of croquet?”
    “On invoking my authority as White House physician to do a spot examination to make sure you’re of sound mind and body.”
    “Of course I am. Go away, Henry.”
    Ben noticed Cartwright was watching this exchange carefully.
    “Give me two minutes and I can confirm that you have not suffered a cardiac arrest or a brain hemorrhage. That will do for now. Later we can—”
    Without warning, the northwest door flew open and four men streamed through the opening. From their dress, Ben assumed that they were Secret Service agents. In fact, Ben recognized one of them—Max Zimmer. He had met Zimmer during the second tragedy in Oklahoma City.
    “Mr. President, please come with us.”
    President Kyler seemed even more befuddled. “Come with you? You come with me!”
    “No, sir.” Without further comment, Agent Zimmer placed his hands under the president’s arms and hoisted him into the air.
    “Up, up, and away, in my beautiful, my beautiful balloooooon!” the president sang. “Where are we going?”
    “To the PEOC, sir. Immediately.”
    The PEOC? Ben wondered. Had he heard right? What—or where—was that?
    The Secret Service men took no notice of the president’s behavior. Ben wondered if that was because they were so professional and focused—or because they were used to it.
    Another agent grabbed Ben’s arm. “You’ll have to come, too, sir.”
    “Me? I’m just a lawyer.”
    “Our instructions are to relocate everyone in the Oval Office immediately.”
    “Can I call my wife first?” Ben asked, taking out his cell phone.
    “No, sir,” the agent said, snatching it away from him. “You may not.” He gave Ben a push and herded him toward the doorway. Ben saw the other agents doing the same for everyone else in the room.
    Just as they almost had him through the door, President Kyler put his foot down—literally. He pivoted in the doorway and faced them.
    “Just one damn minute,” he said forcefully. He seemed like his previous self once again. “I’m the president of the United States. I demand to be informed why I am being relocated.”
    Agent Zimmer shook his head. “There isn’t time, sir.”
    “Then make it quick.”
    Zimmer paused. “We have reason to believe that short-range theater