〃Okay； you're on the team。 Marty's coordinating the information。 You'll work directly with him。 I hope you don't talk in your sleep； son； because you're going to see stuff that you're not even allowed to dream about。〃
〃Sir； there's only one thing that I'm going to dream about。〃
It had been a very busy month for Dennis Cooley。 The death of an earl in East Anglia had forced his heirs to sell off a massive collection of books to pay the death duties； and Cooley had used up nearly all of his available capital to secure no less than twenty…one items for his shop。 But it was worth it： among them was a rare first…folio of Marlowe's plays。 Better still； the dead earl had been assiduous in protecting his treasures。 The books had been deep…frozen several times to kill off the insects that desecrated these priceless relics of the past。 The Marlowe was in remarkably good shape； despite the waterstained cover that had put off a number of less perceptive buyers。 Cooley was stooped over his desk； reading the first act of The Jew of Malta； when the bell rang。
〃Is that the one I heard about？〃 his visitor asked at once。
〃Indeed。〃 Cooley smiled to cover his surprise。 He hadn't seen this particular visitor for some time； and was somewhat disturbed that he'd e back so soon。 〃Printed in 1633； forty years after Marlowe's death。 Some parts of the text are suspect； of course； but this is one of the few surviving copies of the first printed edition。〃
〃It's quite authentic？〃
〃Of course；〃 Cooley replied； slightly put off at the question。 〃In addition to my own humble expertise； it has authentication papers from Sir Edmund Grey of the British Museum。〃
〃One cannot argue with that；〃 the customer agreed。
〃I'm afraid I have not yet decided upon a price for it。〃 Why are you here？
〃Price is not an object。 I understand that you may wish to enjoy it for yourself； but I must have it。〃 This told Cooley why he was here。 He leaned to look over Cooley's shoulder at the book。 〃Magnificent；〃 he said； placing a small envelope in the book dealer's pocket。
〃Perhaps we can work something out；〃 Cooley allowed。 〃In a few weeks； perhaps。〃 He looked out the window。 A man was window…shopping at the jewelry store on the opposite side of the arcade。 After a moment he straightened up and walked away。
〃Sooner than that； please；〃 the man insisted。
Cooley sighed。 〃e see me next week and we may be able to discuss it。 I do have other customers； you know。〃
〃But none more important； I hope。〃
Cooley blinked twice。 〃Very well。〃
Geoffrey Watkins continued to browse the store for another few minutes。 He selected a Keats that had also e from the dead earl's estate and paid six hundred pounds for it before leaving。 On leaving the arcade he failed to notice a young lady at the newsstand outside and could not have known that another was waiting at the arcade's other end。 The one who followed him was dressed in a manner guaranteed to garner attention； including orange hair that would have fluoresced if the sun had been out。 She followed him west for two blocks and kept going in that direction when he crossed the street。 Another police officer was on the walk down Green Park。
That night the daily surveillance reports came to Scotland Yard where； as always； they were put on puter。 The operation being run was a joint venture between the Metropolitan Police and the Security Service； once known as MI…5。 Unlike the American FBI； the people at 〃Five〃 did not have the authority to arrest suspects； and had to work through the police to bring a case to a conclusion。 The marriage was not entirely a happy one。 It meant that James Owens had to work closely with David Ashley。 Owens entirely concurred with his FBI colleague's assessment of the younger man： 〃a snotty bastard。〃
〃Patterns； patterns； patterns；〃 Ashley said； sipping his tea while he looked at the printout。 They had identified a total of thirty…nine people who knew； or might have known； information mon to the ambush on The Mall and Miller's transport to the Isle of Wight。 One of them had leaked the information。 Every one of them was being watched。 Thus far they had discovered a closet homosexual； two men and one woman who were having affairs not of state； and a man who got considerable enjoyment watching pornographic movies in the Soho theaters。 Financial records gotten from Inland Revenue showed nothing particularly interesting； nor did living habits。 There was the usual spread of hobbies； taste in theatrical plays； and television shows。 Several of the people had wide collections of friends。 A few had none at all。 The investigators were grateful for these sad； lonely people many of the other people's friends had to be checked out； too； and this took time and manpower。 Owens viewed the entire operation as something necessary but rather distasteful。 It was the police equivalent of peering through windows。 The tapes of telephone conversations especially those between lovers made him squirm on occasion。 Owens was a man who appreciated the individual's need for privacy。 No one's life could survive this sort of scrutiny。 He told himself that one person's life wouldn't； and that was the point of the exercise。
〃I see Mr。 Watkins visited a rare book shop this afternoon；〃 Owens noted； reading over his own printout。
〃Yes。 He collects them。 So do I；〃 Ashley said。 〃I've been in that shop once or twice myself。 There was an estate sale recently。 Perhaps Cooley bought a few things that Geoffrey wants for himself。〃 The security officer made a mental note to look at the shop for himself。 〃He was in there for ten minutes； spoke with Dennis 〃
〃You know him？〃 Owens looked up。
〃One of the best men in the trade；〃 Ashley said。 He smiled at his own choice of words： the Trade。 〃I bought a Bronte there for my wife； Christmas two years ago； I think。 He's a fat little poof； but he's quite knowledgeable。 So Geoffrey spoke with him for about ten minutes； made a purchase； and left。 I wonder what he bought。〃 Ashley rubbed his eyes。 He'd been on a strict regimen of fourteen…hour days for longer than he cared to remember。
〃The first new person Watkins has seen in several weeks；〃 Owens noted。 He thought about it for a moment。 There were better leads than this to follow up on； and his manpower was limited。
〃So can we deal on this immigration question？〃 the public defender asked。
〃Not a chance；〃 Bill Shaw said from the other side of the table。 You think we're going to give him political asylum？
〃You're not offering us a thing；〃 the lawyer observed。 〃I bet I can beat the weapons charge； and there's no way you can make the conspiracy stick。〃
〃That's fine； counselor。 If it will make you any happier we'll cut him loose and give him a plane ticket； and even an escort； home。〃
〃To a maximum…security prison。〃 The public defender closed his file folder on the case of Eamon Clark。 〃You're not giving me anything to deal with。〃
〃If he cops to the gun charge and conspiracy； and if he helps us； he gets to spend a few years in a much nicer prison。 But if you think we're going to let a convicted murderer just walk； mister； you are kidding yourself。 What do you think you have to deal with？〃
〃You might be surprised；〃 the attorney said cryptically。
〃Oh； yeah？ I'm willing to bet that he hasn't said anything to you either；〃 the agent challenged the young attorney； and watched closely for his reaction。 Bill Shaw； too； had passed the bar exam； though he devoted his legal expertise to the safety of society rather than the freedom of criminals。
〃Conversations between attorney and client are privileged。〃 The lawyer had been practicing for exactly two and a half years。 His understanding of his job was limited largely to keeping the police away from his charges。 At first he'd been gratified that Clark hadn't said much of anything to the police and FBI； but he was surprised that Clark wouldn't even talk to him。 After all； maybe he could cut a deal； despite what this FBI fellow said。 But he had nothing to deal with； as Shaw had just told him。 He waited a few moments for a reaction from the agent and got nothing but a blank stare。 The public defender a