Twenty uniformed, booted, armed sheriffs in cowboy hats were staked out around the mansion, a real life T.V. posse led by two assistant D.A.’s, Alphonse Rosenblatt and G. Gordon Liddy. It was decided to wait until the revellers within the castle retired to their bedrooms. Liddy was used to waiting, Castalia had been under surveillance for weeks. G. Gordon Liddy and commando staff hidden behind trees, noting who slept where. And then, back in the courthouse, endless conferences with maps, floor plans, schedules. It was an exciting prime time caper. Miami Vice North!

AT midnight the raiders burst into the mansion, pushing open unlocked doors. Liddy leading four troopers bounded upstairs to the third floor and smashed open the door to the master bedroom. She was reclining on pillows on the mirror bed. I was sitting on the edge of the bed talking to my son Jack and his friend. I stood up and looked into the wild eyes of G. Gordon Liddy. We were ordered, illegally, ‘Don’t move,’ while nervous deputies searched the room, confiscating Her innocent geranium plants and boxes of papers.

Dr. Timothy Leary describing G. Gordon Liddy’s raid on Millbrook in his book Neuropolitique.

I commented a couple of days ago about some of the fraud officers who I used to work with (sort of) in the DSS….”yes”, would be the answer. They even went on advanced driving courses, for reasons that escaped me even at the time.