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ectronic detonator。〃 He tossed one in a plastic bag to Murray。
〃Damn！ They're turning up all over the place a shipment of these little babies got hijacked a year and a half ago。 They were heading for an oil field in Venezuela； and got taken outside Caracas；〃 Murray explained。 He gave the small black device a closer look。 〃The oil field guys love 'em。 Safe； reliable； and damned near foolproof。 This is as good as the stuff the Army uses。 State of the art。〃
〃Where else have they turned up？〃 Owens asked。
〃We're sure about three or four。 The problem is； they're so small that it's not always possible to identify what's left。 A bank in Puerto Rico； a police station in Peru those were political。 The other one maybe two were drug related。 Until now they've all been on the other side of the Atlantic。 As far as I know； this is the first time they've showed up here。 These detonators have lot numbers。 You'll want to check them against the stolen shipment。 I can get a telex off tonight； have you an answer inside an hour。〃
〃Thank you； Dan。〃
Murray counted five one…kilo blocks of explosive。 The Czech plastique had a good reputation for quality。 It was as potent as the stuff Du Pont made for American military use。 One block； properly placed； could take a building down。 With the Pyronetics timers； Miss Dwyer could have placed five separate bombs； set them for delayed detonation as much as a month and been a thousand miles away when they went off。
〃You saved some lives tonight； gentlemen。 Good one。〃 Murray looked up。 The apartment had a single window facing to the rear。 The window had a pull…down blind that was all the way down； and some cheap； dirty curtains。 Murray wondered what this flat cost to rent。 Not much； he was sure。 The heat was turned way up； and the room was getting stuffy。 〃Anybody mind if I let some air in here？〃
〃Excellent idea； Dan；〃 Owens answered。
〃Let me do it； sir。〃 A detective with gloves on put up the blind and then the window。 Everything in the room would be dusted for fingerprints also； but opening the window wouldn't harm anything。 A breeze cooled things off in an instant。
〃That's better。〃 The FBI representative took a deep breath； scarcely noticing the smell of diesel exhaust from the London cabs 。 。 。
Something was wrong。
It hit Murray as a surprise。 Something was wrong。 What？ He looked out the window。 To the left was a probably a warehouse； a blank four…story wall。 Past it on the right； he could see the outline of the Tower of London； standing over the River Thames。 That was all。 He turned his head to see Owens； also staring out the window。 The mander of C…13 turned his head and looked at Murray； a question on his face also。
〃Yes；〃 Owens said。
〃What was it that guy on the phone said？〃 Murray muttered。
Owens' head bobbed。 〃Exactly。 Sergeant Highland？〃
〃Yes； mander？〃
〃The voice on the phone。 What exactly did it say； and what exactly did it sound like？〃 Owens kept looking out the window。
〃The voice had 。 。 。 a Midlands accent； I should think。 A man's voice。 He said that he was looking in the window； and saw explosives and some wires。 We have it all on tape； of course。〃
Murray reached through the open window and ran a finger along the outside surface of the glass。 It came back dirty。 〃It sure wasn't a window…washer who called in。〃 He leaned out the window。 There was no fire escape。
〃Someone atop the warehouse； perhaps no；〃 Owens said at once。 〃The angle isn't right； unless she had the material spread out on the floor。 That is rather odd。〃
〃Break…in？ Maybe someone got in here； saw the stuff； and decided to call in like a good citizen？〃 Murray asked。 〃That doesn't sound very likely。〃
Owens shrugged。 〃No telling； is there？ A boyfriend she dumped I think for the moment we can be content with counting our blessings； Dan。 There are five bombs that will never hurt anyone。 Let's get out of everyone's way and send that telex off to Washington。 Sergeant Highland； gentlemen； this was well done！ Congratulations to you all for some splendid police work。 Carry on。〃
Owens and Murray left the building quietly。 Outside they found a small crowd being restrained by about ten uniformed constables。 A TV news crew was on the scene with its bright lights。 These were enough to keep them from seeing across the street。 This block had three small pubs。 In the doorway of one stood a soft…looking man with a pint of bitter in his hand。 He showed no emotion； not even curiosity； as he looked across the street。 His memory recorded the faces he saw。 His name was Dennis Cooley。
Murray and Owens drove to New Scotland Yard headquarters； where the FBI agent made his telex to Washington。 They didn't discuss the one anomaly that the case had unexpectedly developed； and Murray left Owens to his work。 C…13 had broken yet another bomb case and done so in the best way； without a single casualty。 It meant that Owens and his people would have a sleepless night of paperwork； and preparing reports for the Home Office bureaucracy； and press releases for Fleet Street； but that was something they would gladly accept。
Ryan's first day back at work was easier than he had expected。 His prolonged absence had forced the History Department to reassign his classes； and in any case it was almost time for Christmas break； and nearly all of the mids were looking forward to being home for the holidays。 Class routine was slightly relaxed； and even the plebes enjoyed a respite from the upperclassmen's harassment in the wake of the win over Army。 For Ryan； the result was a fairish collection of letters and documents piled on his In tray； and a quiet day with which to deal with them。 He'd arrived in his office at 7：30； by quarter to five he'd dealt with most of his paperwork； and Ryan felt that he'd delivered an honest day's work。 He was finishing a series of test questions for the semester's final exam when he smelled cheap cigar smoke and heard a familiar voice。
〃Did you enjoy your vacation； boy？〃 Lieutenant mander Robert Jefferson Jackson was leaning against the door frame。
〃It had a few interesting moments； Robby。 The sun over or under the yardarm yet？〃
〃Damn straight！〃 Jackson set his white cap on top of Ryan's filing cabinet and collapsed unceremoniously into the leather chair opposite his friend's desk。
Ryan closed the file folder on his draft exam and shoved it into a desk drawer。 One of the personal touches in his office was a small refrigerator。 He opened it and took out a two…liter bottle of 7…Up； along with an empty bottle of Canada Dry ginger ale； then removed a bottle of Irish whiskey from his desk。 Robby got two cups from the table by the door and handed them to Jack。 Ryan mixed two drinks to the approximate color of ginger ale。 It was against Academy policy to have liquor in one's office a stance Ryan found curious； given the naval orientation of the institution but drinking 〃ginger ale〃 was a winked…upon subterfuge。 Besides； everyone recognized that the Officer and Faculty Club was only a minute's walk away。 Jack handed one drink over and replaced everything but the empty ginger ale bottle。
〃Wele home； pal！〃 Robby held his drink up。
〃Nice to be back。〃 The two men clicked their cups together。
〃Glad you made it； Jack。 You kind of worried us。 How's the arm？〃 Jackson gestured with his cup。
〃Better than it was。 You oughta see the cast I started out with。 They took it off at Hopkins last Friday。 I learned one thing today； though； driving a stick shift through Annapolis with one arm is a bitch。〃
〃I'll bet；〃 Robby chuckled。 〃Damn if you ain't crazy； boy。〃
Ryan nodded agreement。 He'd met Jackson the previous March at a faculty tea。 Robby wore the gold wings of a naval aviator。 He'd been assigned to the nearby Patuxent River Naval Air Test Center； Maryland； as an instructor in the test pilot school until a faulty relay had unexpectedly blasted him clear of the Buckeye jet trainer he'd been flying one fine； clear morning。 Unprepared for the event； he'd broken his leg badly。 The injury had been serious enough to take him off flight status for six months； and the Navy had assigned him to tempo