Nine o'clock on a Saturday morning. Early for the phone. Woodwind snapped awake. It was the city desk. There had been some kind of burglary at Democratic Party headquarters. There was speculation in the newsroom that the White House, even the President himself, might be implicated. Perhaps some kind of botched spy job by an extra-legal intelligence operation in the White House basement. The desk wanted Woodwind, the paper's investigative ace, to check some of his police sources.