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"
I
’
m
sorry
,
Gary
.
Is
Monday
okay
for
you
?
"
"
Sure
.
Monday
’
s
fine
.
See
you
Monday
.
"
Mr
.
Figgis
inspected
their
signatures
and
satisfied
himself
they
had
no
computers
,
potted
palms
,
or
carpets
about
their
persons
,
then
he
pressed
a
button
under
his
desk
,
and
the
door
slid
open
.
"
Doors
,
"
said
Richard
.
The
underway
branched
and
divided
;
she
picked
her
way
at
random
,
ducking
through
tunnels
,
running
and
stumbling
and
weaving
.
Behind
her
strolled
Mr
.
Croup
and
Mr
.
Vandemar
,
as
calmly
and
cheerfully
as
Victorian
dignitaries
visiting
the
Crystal
Palace
exhibition
.
When
they
arrived
at
a
crossroads
,
Mr
.
Croup
would
kneel
and
find
the
nearest
spot
of
blood
,
and
they
would
follow
it
.
They
were
like
hyenas
,
exhausting
their
prey
.
They
could
wait
.
They
had
all
the
time
in
the
world
.
Luck
was
with
Richard
,
for
a
change
.
He
caught
a
black
taxi
,
driven
by
an
elderly
man
who
took
Richard
home
by
an
unlikely
route
involving
streets
Richard
had
never
before
seen
,
while
holding
forth
,
as
Richard
had
discovered
all
London
taxi
drivers
will
hold
forth
—
given
a
living
,
breathing
,
English
-
speaking
passenger
—
on
London
’
s
inner
-
city
traffic
problems
,
how
best
to
deal
with
crime
,
and
thorny
political
issues
of
the
day
.
Richard
jumped
out
of
the
cab
,
left
a
tip
and
his
briefcase
behind
,
managed
to
flag
down
the
cab
again
before
it
made
it
into
the
main
road
and
so
got
his
briefcase
back
,
then
he
ran
up
the
stairs
and
into
his
apartment
.
He
was
already
shedding
clothes
as
he
entered
the
hall
:
his
briefcase
spun
across
the
room
and
crash
-
landed
on
the
sofa
;
he
took
his
keys
from
his
pocket
and
placed
them
carefully
on
the
hall
table
,
in
order
to
ensure
he
did
not
forget
them
.
Then
he
dashed
into
the
bedroom
.
The
buzzer
sounded
.
Richard
,
three
-
quarters
of
the
way
into
his
best
suit
,
launched
himself
at
the
speaker
.
"
Richard
?
It
’
s
Jessica
.
I
hope
you
’
re
ready
.
"
"
Oh
.
Yes
.
Be
right
,
down
.
"
He
pulled
on
a
coat
,
and
he
ran
,
slamming
the
door
behind
him
.
Jessica
was
waiting
for
him
at
the
bottom
of
the
stairs
.
She
always
waited
for
him
there
.
