[ Thanks to Andy Updegrove for this
link. ]
“George Marchand was not at his desk at the Library of Congress.
Instead, he was ordering a mixed selection of donuts at The Bakers
Dozen, a coffee shop in a small town outside the Beltway. Paying
for his purchase, he asked the teenager if they had a restroom. “In
the back,” she said, counting out his change without looking
up.“George strolled to the rear of the shop and opened the door in
the rear wall of the seating area. He ignored the two restroom
entrances on the other side, and instead unlocked the unmarked door
to their right. Closing it behind him, he found a flight of stairs
leading to another door, this time without either a keyhole or a
doorknob.“When he arrived at the top, George slid his fingers along the
door trim on the right until he found a recessed area. Pushing
against it, he felt the trim unlatch, and he swung it open on its
hidden hinges to expose a numerical keypad. After punching in a
seven number sequence, the door swung open to reveal a modest sized
room containing nothing but a conference room with chairs, and a
series of doors set into its walls. Sitting around the table were
three men about his own age.”