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. "I seem to see dimly what you are hinting at! We are only just in time to prevent some subtle and horrible crime."
Sir Arthur Corian Doyle, The Speckled Band
"And, according to the files, they're going to go through with the assassination in sixty hours. Less than that now, of course. That has to be what this means." Rowan exhibited the printout, read it aloud.
"'Synchronize chronometers to Zulu Time--now. Mission go/nogo will be transmitted in sixty-six hours. Mission completion, barring nogo, will occur by eighty-one hours. You have your orders.'"
Raoul nodded his head. "I heard them say that."
Xris regarded him skeptically.
"I did," Raoul protested. "I remember quite clearly. That dreadful female was, after all, coming at me with an injector full of poison at the time. Such an occurrence does tend to stimulate the cerebral cortex. The message about Zulus and nogos--whatever they are--came over the loudspeaker. Then the ugly man came in and said that God was with them and that dreadful woman asked him why and he said because ... because ..."
Raoul's lashes fluttered.
Xris, exasperated, sucked in a breath, but Raoul waved his hand.
"No, no. Just a moment. It's coming back to me. I have it! No one could stop them, because the Royal Navy was effectively paralyzed!"
Xris looked swiftly at Rowan. She stared fixedly at him.
"My God," she murmured
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