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rock arm had already started its fatal arc. I was gliding down the mountain
trail, enjoying the clean and crisp morning air, when I spotted two men hiking
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trail this morning. They were obviously in good shape, but they must have
started very early. When they saw me they stopped and waited until I hiked down
to them. Curious. One of them spoke in accented English as I approached. Good
morning. Good morning. They were blocking the path so I stopped.
They didn’t
look particularly frightening. Are you— the man was reading from a slip of
paper—Aiko Murakawa? He mangled the pronunciation, but I understood what he
meant. I nodded and said yes, surprised. I didn’t think Alice and Enoch would
go that far—sending local guides to look for me. They must be really worried.
It occurred to me that apartamente de vanzare bucuresti when I’d paid for a bed with cash I hadn’t given a name
to the clerk at the hotel. It had been very informal since it was a last-minute
thing. Possibly under the table. If my compatriots had been able to call the
hotel there would have been no record of me. I hadn’t thought about it at the
time.
The man who’d asked my name said, We are looking for you. Are you all
right? I told them I was. They told me they would escort me down the trail. I
gathered they were some sort of mountain rangers, but I wasn’t sure of the
details. They were carrying radios. One of them made a call on his radio.
Although he spoke in German, it was evident he was telling someone they’d found
me and I was in one piece. As we hiked down toward Schwarzee, I tried to get
some information from them, but it appeared they didn’t know very much. They
had been asked by their superiors to look for me. They had a picture of me
Alice had taken. That was about it. They asked where I’d spent the night. I
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personnel didn’t have my name. It was fun hiking with two robust young men, and
we chatted as we went. They told me they’d lived in Zermatt all their lives.
They obviously loved it and had no intention of leaving. I was glad some people
could be so happy with their lot. Alice actually gave me a hug when I got back
to the hotel in Zermatt.
Enoch didn’t dare, which was fine with me, but he did
seem glad to see me. I thought their reactions were overkill until Alice told
me what had happened. A British agent disappeared from the Zermatt area
yesterday. There’s been no communication with him since yesterday morning. At
that time he said he was following somebody who might be Nordahl. And you
thought the same thing might have happened to me. The light dawned. I thought
Nordahl wasn’t a terrorist. He doesn’t blow things apartamente de vanzare bucuresti up, Enoch said, but he’s got
to have people protecting him. They must have discovered the agent and
eliminated him. When you’re plotting to do things that will adversely affect a
large percentage of the world’s population, you’re going to have a lot of
people pissed off at you. It was a scary thought.
If we were recognized as
apartamente de vanzare bucuresti people who were looking for him, we might be eliminated also. Alice and Enoch
told me that since we’d had no contact with this agent, there wasn’t any reason
to think anybody knew who we were. Alice had seen the four men I was with at
the Mountain House leave their hotel yesterday morning. She followed them to
the tram. When she and Enoch heard about the agent who had disappeared, they
decided the timing was such that it couldn’t have been those men who caused him
to disappear. Even so, they had been worried about me when I hadn’t shown up
yesterday afternoon. I was glad they cared, even if it was only to save their
own butts.
So what do we do now? Alice said, I talked to Abie after we received word that you were all right. He chewed me out again, although I think he’s beginning to realize you’re very difficult to control. I don’t mean to be. I’m just trying to help. I sounded more repentant than I felt. It was true I didn’t like being controlled. Besides, Abie said I had control. Anyway, the trail has gone cold. Abie thinks Nordahl has left Zermatt. It’s too small a place to hide in, and he knows by now that people are after him. But where he’s gone nobody knows. Abie wants us to go back to London. London. And then possibly home. I would get to see Grandma.
But
Nordahl was still loose, and nobody apartamente de vanzare bucuresti knew when he’d manage to damage the world
economy again. Aren’t there any clues at all? Enoch said, Abie said the agent
who disappeared had somehow gotten hold of a document that might have belonged
to Nordahl—assuming the man he was following was Nordahl. He managed to fax it
to London from Zermatt. It’s in some kind of code. People are looking at it
now. Maybe they’ll figure out what it says by the time we get there. Can we see
a copy? In addition to my degree in mathematics, I liked to play games that
involved logic. Enoch scowled. Why? Are you a code breaker, among your many
other talents? Talents said sarcastically. No, but I’ll bet I can take all your
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Code
with some help from friends. He was trying to bait me, and I wanted to rise to
the bait. I wasn’t known for my stoicism. I struggled to control my impulses,
and answered as meekly as I could. We’re all smart people. Maybe we can help
figure it out. Alice got between us, figuratively if not physically. Before we
go to London we have to go back to Geneva. We’re going to stay there a day or
two, in case there’s a new development we can act on. We’ll have a copy sent to
us and we can work on it there. The code consisted of groups of five letters
with a space between each group. Alice received it in an email. Since it wasn’t
a long message, I hand-wrote it on a sheet of paper. We were back in our Geneva
hotel in the room Alice and I were sharing. The three of us stared at the
paper.
What now? Enoch asked, a belligerent note in his voice. Now we solve it.
I spoke with more confidence than I felt because Enoch’s attitude riled me. It
didn’t help that he was breathing down my neck, ready to criticize my every
move. I did my best thinking when I was alone, amid complete silence. I
couldn’t function with a naysayer present. I asked them whether they had any
ideas.
They didn’t. In that case, let me make a suggestion. You two go out and sightsee for a couple of hours. Give me a chance to think about it. Enoch started to object but Alice overruled him. She understood what was happening. She apartamente de vanzare bucuresti took him almost by the scruff of the neck and led him out of the room. It took me a few minutes to calm down. I sipped tea and practiced controlling my breathing. Soon I was feeling more creative, and I went to work in earnest. Although Abie and others talked as if Nordahl had a cast of thousands working for him, I doubted it.
Large groups of people would be conspicuous in an isolated place like Zermatt. I suspected he was traveling with a small entourage, although he undoubtedly had people in other locations. Thus the apartamente de vanzare bucuresti need for the coded messages—to let the left hand know what the right hand was doing. However, I suspected the code wasn’t complicated. Perhaps that was wishful thinking on my part, but I was certain Nordahl didn’t have a huge staff of underlings such as the Germans had used to create the Enigma machine apartamente de vanzare bucuresti codes where the number of possible variations was astronomical.
