IN JOURNALS OF OPINION, covering Newt Gingrich has become a kind of death watch. Last month a widely read cover story in The New Republic was titled "The Madness of King Newt." Then the conservative Weekly Standard--once pro-Newt--wondered whether Gingrich was in "meltdown." The lead article--by a fellow GOP congressman, Peter King--called the speaker "political road kill." Gingrich's trip to China was intended to position the speaker as a statesman--but he was attacked by conservatives when...
EXCEPT FOR THE STINK OF DEATH, everything was neat and tidy. Police found no sign of struggle or even discomfort among the 39 corpses. Each member of the cult followed the written instructions to "lay back and relax" after swallowing the phenobarbital-laced pudding chased with vodka.
THE FIRST PIECE OF EVIDENCE FELL OUT OF the sky. At about 9 a.m. on April 19, 1995, Richard Nichols, a maintenance man in Oklahoma City, was huddled on the floor of his car, cowering from an enormous blast that seemed to sweep over him like a prairie twister, when he heard a strange whooshing noise.
TENNESSEE SEN. FRED THOMPSON scowled as he listened to the story about his red pickup truck. According to a recent article, Senator Thompson had been spotted secretly ditching his truck, a popular symbol of his folksy campaign, and driving off in a ""sweet silver luxury sedan'' one night after a speech in Tennessee.
RELATIONS BETWEEN Presidents and vice presidents are famously chilly; between their wives, catty or worse. Jackie Kennedy used to refer to Lyndon Johnson and Lady Bird as "Uncle Cornpone and his Little Porkchop," and in eight years the Reagans never once invited the Bushes to dine in the White House residence.
STUDENT SPIES AT ""THE Farm''--Camp Peary, the CIA's 9,275-acre training ground near Williamsburg, Va.--are taught to make ""surveillance detection runs,'' better known in spook parlance as ""dry cleaning.'' They learn how to tell if they are being followed by looking at the reflections off shop windows, by retracing their steps, by entering and quickly exiting subway terminals.
THE MORNING AFTER FORMER CIA director William Colby vanished, a fisherman found his empty canoe, swamped and drifting along the Potomac River. In his weekend home nearby, the former spymaster's computer was still running, and a glass of wine sat by the sink in the kitchen.
THE 1992 CHEATING SCANDAL THAT implicated 133 of their mates. The 1995 drug bust that caught 24 would-be officers. The stolen-car ring indicted this month, the midshipman just arrested for molesting a child, and the two hapless seniors who got caught last week sneaking into the house of the former state superintendent of police in order to see his teenage daughter at 2 a.m.
AFTER 18 YEARS OF VAINLY trying to get its man, the FBI wanted to be absolutely sure it had the right one. In the woods outside the rude shack where the suspect lived in the distant mountains of Montana, the FBI had assembled enough high-tech spying equipment to stage a James Bond movie.