I can just see that schmuck Wilson oh so cleverly making the hypothetical supposition that his wife is a secret agent to a writer for the Communist Nation.
This surely wasn't part of the game plan. The original idea, I'm sure, was to work through "authoritative MSM" sources like the NY Times. But Wilson is so convinced that he is the consummate wily diplomat that he outsmarted himself--again. How this guy ever got a job as a diplomat in the first place is a sad commentary on the judgment of the folks who run the State Department.
This whole episode fits right in with that famous picture of Joe and Val in Vanity Fair, with that big smirk on his face while he flashes his chic jewelry.
Vanity Fair is going to regret every catering to those two Bozo's like Honey Baked Ham curses the day they signed a contract with OJ.