One freezing night last week, a burly figure stealthily flipped a fat manila envelope, wrapped in a sheet of plastic, into the parking lot of the Soviet embassy's seven-story residence in northwest Washington. The packet was addressed FOR THE RESIDENT—EYES ONLY, meaning, in spook jargon, that it was intended for the KGB spymaster who lived in the apartment building. Suspecting that it was a letter bomb planted by anti-Soviet Jewish activists, a Soviet watchman summoned U.S. officials, who in turn called in U.S. Army demolition experts.
They gingerly opened the envelope and...
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