That you… be hanged by the neck, but not until you are dead, but that you be taken down again, and whilst you are yet alive, your bowels he taken out and burnt before your face; and that afterwards your head be severed from your body and your body divided into four quarters…. And may God Almighty have mercy on your soul.
A month after Walker was sentenced, Lehman had one more body for his imagined gallows and Haver had caught his second ghost. This time it was Yurchenko who offered up the Navy's second spy.
Back in January 1980, when Yurchenko was working in the Soviet embassy in Washington, he had fielded a call from a man who would only say, "I have some information to discuss with you and to give to you."
The caller visited the embassy, but Yurchenko never learned his name or what he had to offer. Other Soviet agents had taken the case. That wasn't much to go on, but it turned out to be enough. The FBI began going through old recordings of Yurchenko's conversations that had been captured by wiretaps. Investigators found the call and played it back for some NSA employees. They recognized the voice.
Yurchenko's mystery caller turned out to be Ronald W. Pelton, a former NSA cryptologist, who was arrested on November 25, 1985. Some of the "information" he had been offering the Soviets turned out to be about the Navy's top-secret Okhotsk cable-tapping operation. Pelton had sold out the Okhotsk taps for $35,000. In an attempt to mask his own bankruptcy, he had exposed the nation's most criti cal submarine spy missions and risked the lives of the men on both Seawol f and Parche. Both subs had been sent to Okhotsk during the nearly two years that elapsed before the Soviets found the tap pods. Just why it took the Soviets so long to follow up on Pelton's tip remains unclear.
After Pelton was arrested, the Navy finally turned over Haver's old report to the Senate Intelligence Committee, the one he had written in January 1982 outlining his suspicions that a spy was responsible for the loss of the Okhotsk tap. The senators were furious. At a closed hearing, they lambasted Navy representatives for withholding the report for three years. And they were indignant that the Navy had risked 140 men's lives, sending Parche right back to the Barents despite Haver's suspicions that there was a spy.
William Cohen, a Republican from Maine, was one of the angriest lawmakers in the room. Cohen, who would become secretary of Defense under President Bill Clinton, demanded to know who had written the report.
From the back of the room, Haver stood up.
"Sir, I wrote the report." When one of the senators wanted to know how he could be so sure that this was his work, Haver cited the report's date and noted that he wasn't about to forget his own birthday.
Cohen wanted to know why the Navy failed to react to Haver's conclusion that the Soviets probably had foreknowledge of the cable tap. He wanted to know why nobody searched for a spy.
"They didn't believe it," Haver responded.
Cohen pressed on. Was it prudent, he wanted to know, to continue to operate the cable-tapping program, push it full tilt ahead, when there may have been a spy?
All Haver could do was repeat what he had said, that nobody believed he was right, that others in Naval Intelligence had failed to reach the same conclusion. Finally, in a gesture of loyalty, he tossed in that there had been some ambiguity. He did not say that he had never had any doubt, that he had known all along there was probably only one way to add up the facts.
There was one good bit of news for the Navy and the NSA in Pelton's arrest. Now that they knew who the spy was, they also knew that the Barents tap was still secure. Pelton's job and his security clearances simply hadn't stretched that far. As long as he was in the dark, so were the Soviets.
Pelton pleaded not guilty, and his trial was scheduled for May 1986. But that created another problem. Somehow the Navy and the NSA had to keep the glare of the trial off Parche, away from the Barents, and clear of yet another mission.
It wasn't hard to persuade a judge to agree to keep the proceedings devoid of any real details. But Bob Woodward and other Washington Post reporters were already digging on their own. They had a cabletapping story ready for the Post's front page.
Navy and NSA officials were frantic. Seawol f was in the Mediterranean at that moment trying to tap a cable that ran from West Africa to Europe as she sought to help out in a showdown with Libyan leader Muammar el-Qaddafi. Seau,olf was working side by side in the Mediterranean with the NR-1 minisubmarine (though their efforts would not yield any worthwhile information). Not only that, but Parche was going to head back out to the Barents later in the year. She had to. The Soviets were being more aggressive than ever in the Atlantic. They had just sent a cluster of five Victor-class attack subs and for three weeks kept them so close to the East Coast of the United States that tracking them almost used up the Atlantic Fleet's store of sonobuoys.
An article now could be devastating. CIA Director William Casey threatened to prosecute the Post for revealing intelligence secrets. Reagan personally telephoned the Post's publisher, Katharine Graham, beseeching her not to publish, as priceless secrets were at stake.
In the end, the Post ran a limited story the day before Pelton's trial began. The article said little more than that Pelton had betrayed a high-tech and long-running submarine operation to intercept Soviet communications in Okhotsk. There was no mention of Halibut, Seawolf, or Parche. Not a word about the Barents or Libya. The trial disclosed no further details, and early in June, Pelton was convicted and given three consecutive life sentences plus ten years.
Their secret safe, Parche's crew shoved off in early September, with Commander Richard A. Buchanan at the helm. This was the sub's seventh Barents journey, the sixth trip via the Arctic route, and the second trip with Buchanan as her captain. It was a trip that would stand out from all of the rest.
Pelton's trial had left the crew nervous. By now, they would all had to have been lobotomized not to know that they were about to replicate the very sort of operation Pelton had given away to the Soviets.
The code name from Pelton's day, "Ivy Bells," was dead. Now there were a series of new codes, including "Manta" for the overall operation and "Acetone" for the tap itself, and even those codes were being changed continuously. The men knew, however, that whatever the NSA called the operation, the Soviets had been given a look at their strategies, at their plans, at how they did business.
Crew members talked about Pelton and the man they had come to call "Johnny Walker Red," often late into the night. They thought about how much classified information each man on Parche had handled. How many stacks of crypto material could easily have found their way to a photocopying machine if just one of them had the itch. They also talked about how hard the Navy had tried to keep secret from them the details of their own missions. It was galling. Secrecy, the men knew, couldn't be achieved through any terrific security measures, and it couldn't be preserved by trying to keep the guys on the boat in the dark. It could only be maintained because the men themselves found the idea of selling out to the Soviets unthinkable. And it could be lost when just one of them decided that maybe selling out wasn't so unthinkable after all.
Still, as the boat made her way toward the Barents, the men also had a sense of payback and daring. The Soviets may have had Pelton and Walker, but the United States had Parche. And by now, her crew had the drill down cold.
The trip through the Arctic went well. Parche was 20 or 30 miles from where she would retrieve the tap pods and plant new ones. She had already charted the corridor, the route she would take closer to Soviet shores. Over the years, various U.S. submarines had played chicken with the sonar buoys the Soviets had set up to pop out of the water and transmit should a sub try to pass. Before Parche arrived at the Barents, the buoys were all mapped out-the ones that worked, the ones that were duds. All she had to do was take a path through the duds, move in a little closer, and bend to the left.