One evening late last month Gunvor Galtung Haavik, a 64-year-old clerk in Norway's Foreign Ministry, went for a stroll along a snowy path in suburban Oslo. As if by chance, she stopped to talk to a man. Suddenly the night air was filled with shouts. As some Norwegian counterespionage agents charged from behind trees and snowbanks, others jumped from cruising taxicabs. They swiftly wrestled the man to the ground, grabbed a packet that he had given Haavik and hustled the woman off to jail. The trusted, spinsterly Miss Haavik, who routinely handled...
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