When five were seized beneath the office night,
The tools and numbered cash lay on the ground;
Yet no first answer made the whole thing light,
For who had sent them, none at first had found.
A McCord tie gave one alarming trace,
While denials held their contrary claim;
Then files revealed a wider, longer place,
And funds and fifty agents bore its name.
The tapes could test which account was true,
But privilege enclosed the hidden whole;
So subpoenas marked what proof must next pursue,
And courts made specific need outweigh control.
Let denials stand beside what records show,
For courts made privilege yield, and power go.