A histrionic commentary on the 'Constabulary Dilemma.'

There was a man in Russia, named Rasputin, who studied very deeply and discovered the answer to all of Russia's problems. He was a man of letters, and familiar with what the French called 'le chiffre indechiffrable,' back then. He had a close working relationship with the royal family, but he wanted an independent valuation before he unleashed the fruits of his labors on the entire nation of Russia. His wisdom led him to consult a holy man named Makariy, in far away Verkhoturye, but he did not want anyone to misuse the information so he coded it. His messenger was intercepted by spies of the Holy Synod of the Russian Orthodox Church who killed the messenger and hid the message. After Rasputin's death, Prince Yusipov's men were able by dint of much effort to obtain the solution of the cryptogram. They were convinced of Rasputin's hidden wisdom and brought the ground breaking results to the Prince. Because they did not want the Prince to know who had written it, they told him they had found the cryptogram in his mother's effects, and obtained the password by psychic telepathy. The Prince looked at the encrypted source and compared it with the result, and immediately declared it to be an American trap to all and sundry... and that is why all Americans, when they think the KGB has intercepted their letters, laugh and say 'poor bastards.' -----Note----- There is no official "Constabulary Dilemma," but it is the imagined counterpoint to the "Prisoner's Dilemma."