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Satisfied
,
Mr
.
Tagomi
hung
up
and
went
to
take
the
elevator
.
Upstairs
,
as
he
entered
his
office
,
he
permitted
himself
a
momentary
search
.
Rim
of
his
vision
.
No
sign
,
as
was
promised
.
He
felt
relief
.
No
one
would
know
who
hadn
t
seen
.
Historicity
bonded
into
nylon
tile
of
floor
.
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Mr
.
Ramsey
met
him
inside
.
"
Your
courage
is
topic
for
panegyric
down
below
at
the
Times
,
"
he
began
.
"
An
article
depicting
"
Making
out
Mr
.
Tagomi
s
expression
he
broke
off
.
"
Answer
regarding
pressing
matters
,
"
Mr
.
Tagomi
said
.
"
General
Tedeki
?
That
is
,
quondam
Mr
.
Yatabe
?
"
"
On
carefully
obscure
flight
back
to
Tokyo
.
Red
herrings
strewn
hither
and
yon
.
"
Mr
.
Ramsey
crossed
his
fingers
,
symbolizing
their
hope
.
"
Please
recount
regarding
Mr
.
Baynes
.
"
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"
I
don
t
know
.
During
your
absence
he
appeared
briefly
,
even
furtively
,
but
did
not
talk
.
"
Mr
.
Ramsey
hesitated
.
"
Possibly
he
returned
to
Germany
.
"
"
Far
better
for
him
to
go
to
the
Home
Islands
,
"
Mr
.
Tagomi
said
,
mostly
to
himself
.
In
any
case
,
it
was
with
the
old
general
that
their
concern
,
of
important
nature
,
lay
.
And
it
is
beyond
my
scope
,
Mr
.
Tagomi
thought
.
My
self
,
my
office
;
they
made
use
of
me
here
,
which
naturally
was
proper
and
good
.
I
was
their
what
is
it
deemed
?
Their
cover
.
I
am
a
mask
,
concealing
the
real
.
Behind
me
,
hidden
,
actuality
goes
on
,
safe
from
prying
eyes
.