out in a second by email.â
âWe know who she spoke to in Paris? What was said?â
Newton humped his thin shoulders. âJust the phone log, recording the outgoing call. It lasted six and a half minutes.â
âLong time to sort out a simple transmission misprint,â judged Grant.
âToo long,â agreed Newton. âYou think we should get Saby or Mendaille to find out who she spoke to â what was discussed?â
âWe need to know,â said Grant. âBut I donât want any more curiosity in Paris than might already have been aroused by my bringing Saby and Mendaille back.â
Not my problem or my decision, thought Newton, thankfully. âI think weâve got to assume Rebecca will have told Parnell.â
âTold him what ?â seized Grant, at once. âIs there any way she could have seen anything other than that one misdirected message?â
Newton didnât answer at once, trying to assess the commitment being forced from him. Then he said: âNo. No, Iâm sure she couldnât.â
âAnd what could she infer from what she did see?â
âOnly that there was an out-of-the-ordinary exchange going on at the highest level between Paris and Washington.â You were the guy who mentioned France publicly at the seminar, thought Newton.
Grant pulled a sheet of paper from another folder, gazing down at it for several moments before reading aloud: â Welcome your assessment of our detailed security proposal . And itâs signed Mendaille.â He didnât speak for several more moments, and Newton remained silent, too. âNo,â the bulky, white-haired man abruptly decided. âBy itself it wouldnât mean anything.â
âI think Iâll keep security on to things â ensure that she does as sheâs been told. Warn Showcross that I want to be told if she shows any more curiosity.â
âDo that!â agreed Grant, whoâd already given the order to the security chief. âWhat about Showcross? He likely to become too curious?â
Newton shook his head, positively. âShowcross knows where his salary cheque comes from.â
âKeep the security check on Parnell, too. Letâs watch for any interest there shouldnât be from him.â There was another pat on the Washington dossier. âI really do think you handled that website business very well, too. What I find unbelievable is that the son of a bitch actually suggested it in the first place.â
âHeâs got a lot of adjustments still to make to living in the commercial world. But Iâm knocking him into shape. Iâve set up some other things,â openly boasted Newton.
âKeep on the job, Dwight.â
âI always do.â
âAnd Iâm always grateful.â There was a too obvious look at his watch. âSorry I canât offer you lunch â¦â Grant put a hand tight beneath his chin. âIâm up to here.â
It would have risked his New York visit becoming too publicly known, acknowledged Newton. âI need to get back anyway.â
âWeâll keep in close touch â the closest,â insisted the president. âI donât want to lose control of this.â Control, of everything and every one and every cent, was Edward C. Grantâs watchword.
âIâm not clear on one thing,â said Newton, briefly refusing the dismissal. âAre we going to go ahead with the French idea?â
Grant gave himself time to compose the reply. âCommercially it makes very good sense. But the medical decision has got to be yours, Dwight. If it is medically safe, as the French insist, thereâs no reason why we shouldnât do it. But we canât, obviously, risk being caught out.â Which is why youâre being given the total responsibility, thought Grant.
It put his name very firmly â and provably â on the proposal, Newton