ance on the street the Marines； after all； had prepared and trained him for that but 。 。 。 this。
Get off it； Jack； he told himself。 They're a royal family； but they're not your royal family。 This didn't work。 They were a royal family。 That was enough to lacerate most of his ego。
〃Here we are；〃 the Duke said after turning right through an open door。 〃This is the Music Room。〃
It was about the size of the living/dining room in Ryan's house； the only thing he had seen thus far that could be so pared with any part of his 300；000 home on Peregrine Cliff。 The ceiling was higher here； domed with gold…leaf trim。 There were about thirty people； Ryan judged； and the moment they entered all conversation stopped。 Everyone turned to stare at Ryan Jack was sure they'd seen the Duke before and his grotesque cast。 He had a terrible urge to slink away。 He needed a drink。
〃If you'll excuse me for a moment。 Jack； I must be off。 Back in a few minutes。〃
Thanks a lot； Ryan thought as he nodded politely。 Now what do I do？
〃Good evening； Sir John；〃 said a man in the uniform of a vice admiral of the Royal Navy。 Ryan tried not to let his relief show。 Of course； he'd been handed off to another custodian。 He realized belatedly that lots of people came here for the first time。 Some would need a little support while they got used to the idea of being in a palace； and there would be a procedure to take care of them。 Jack took a closer look at the man's face as they shook hands。 There was something familiar about it。 〃I'm Basil Charleston。〃
Aha！ 〃Good evening； sir。〃 His first week at Langley he'd seen the man； and his CIA escort had casually noted that this was 〃B。C。〃 or just 〃C；〃 the chief of the British Secret Intelligence Service； once known as MI…6。 What are you doing here？
〃You must be thirsty。〃 Another man arrived with a glass of champagne。 〃Hello。 I'm Bill Holmes。〃
〃You gentlemen work together？〃 Ryan sipped at the bubbling wine。
〃Judge Moore told me you were a clever chap；〃 Charleston observed。
〃Excuse me？ Judge who？〃
〃Nicely done； Doctor Ryan；〃 Holmes smiled as he finished off his glass。 〃I understand that you used to play football the American kind； that is。 You were on the junior varsity team； weren't you？〃
〃Varsity and junior varsity； but only in high school。 I wasn't big enough for college ball；〃 Ryan said； trying to mask his uneasiness。 〃Junior Varsity〃 was the project name under which he'd been called in to consult with CIA。
〃And you wouldn't happen to know anything about the chap who wrote Agents and Agencies'！〃 Charleston smiled。 Jack went rigid。
〃Admiral； I cannot talk about that without 〃
〃Copy number sixteen is sitting on my desk。 The good judge told me to tell you that you were free to talk about the 'smoking word…processor。' 〃
Ryan let out a breath。 The phrase must have e originally from James Greer。 When Jack had made the Canary Trap proposal to the Deputy Director； Intelligence； Admiral James Greer had made a joke about it； using those words。 Ryan was free to talk。 Probably。 His CIA security briefing had not exactly covered this situation。
〃Excuse me； sir。 Nobody ever told me that I was free to talk about that。〃
Charleston went from jovial to serious for a moment。 〃Don't apologize； lad。 One is supposed to take matters of classification seriously。 That paper you wrote was an excellent bit of detective work。 One of our problems； as someone doubtless told you； is that we take in so much information now that the real problem is making sense of it all。 Not easy to wade through all the muck and find the gleaming nugget。 For the first time in the business； your report was first…rate。 What I didn't know about was this thing the Judge called the Canary Trap。 He said you could explain it better than he。〃 Charleston waved for another glass。 A footman； or some sort of servant； came over with a tray。 〃You know who I am； of course。〃
〃Yes； Admiral。 I saw you last July at the Agency。 You were getting out of the executive elevator on the seventh floor when I was ing out of the DDI's office； and somebody told me who you were。〃
〃Good。 Now you know that all of this remains in the family。 What the devil is this Canary Trap？〃
〃Well； you know about all the problems CIA has with leaks。 When I was finishing off the first draft of the report； I came up with an idea to make each one unique。〃
〃They've been doing that for years；〃 Holmes noted。 〃All one must do is misplace a ma here and there。 Easiest thing in the world。 If the newspeople are foolish enough to print a photograph of the document； we can identify the leak。〃
〃Yes； sir； and the reporters who publish the leaks know that； too。 They've learned not to show photographs of the documents they get from their sources； haven't they？〃 Ryan answered。 〃What I came up with was a new twist on that。 'Agents and Agencies' has four sections。 Each section has a summary paragraph。 Each of those is written in a fairly dramatic fashion。〃
〃Yes； I noticed that；〃 Charleston said。 〃Didn't read like a CIA document at all。 More like one of ours。 We use people to write our reports； you see； not puters。 Do go on。〃
〃Each summary paragraph has six different versions； and the mixture of those paragraphs is unique to each numbered copy of the paper。 There are over a thousand possible permutations； but only ninety…six numbered copies of the actual document。 The reason the summary paragraphs are so well； lurid； I guess is to entice a reporter to quote them verbatim in the public media。 If he quotes something from two or three of those paragraphs； we know which copy he saw and； therefore； who leaked it。 They've got an even more refined version of the trap working now。 You can do it by puter。 You use a thesaurus program to shuffle through synonyms； and you can make every copy of the document totally unique。〃
〃Did they tell you if it worked？〃 Holmes asked。
〃No； sir。 I had nothing to do with the security side of the Agency。〃 And thank God for that。
〃Oh； it worked。〃 Sir Basil paused for a moment。 〃That idea is bloody simple and bloody brilliant！ Then there was the substantive aspect of the paper。 Did they tell you that your report agreed in nearly every detail with an investigation we ran last year？〃
〃No； sir； they didn't。 So far as I know； all the documents I worked with came from our own people。〃
〃Then you came up with it entirely on your own？ Marvelous。〃
〃Did I goof up on anything？〃 Ryan asked the Admiral。
〃You should have paid a bit more attention to that South African chap。 That is more our patch； of course； and perhaps you didn't have enough information to fiddle with。 We're giving him a very close look at the moment。〃
Ryan finished off his glass and thought about that。 There had been a good deal of information on Mr。 Martens 。 。 。 What did I miss？ He couldn't ask that； not now。 Bad form。 But he could ask
〃Aren't the South African people 〃
〃I'm afraid the cooperation they give us isn't quite as good now as it once was； and Erik Martens is quite a valuable chap for them。 One can hardly blame them； you know。 He does have a way of procuring what their military need； and that rather limits the pressure his government are willing to put on him；〃 Holmes pointed out。 〃There is also the Israeli connection to be considered。 They occasionally stray from the path； but we SIS and CIA have too many mon interests to rock the boat severely。〃 Ryan nodded。 The Israeli defense establishment had orders to generate as much ine as possible； and this occasionally ran contrary to the wishes of Israel's allies。 I remember Martens' connections； but I must have missed something important 。 。 。 what？
〃Please don't take this as criticism；〃 Charleston said。 〃For a first attempt your report was excellent。 The CIA must have you back。 It's one of the few Agency reports that didn't threaten to put me to sleep。 If nothing else； perhaps you might teach their analysts how to write。 Surely they asked if you wanted to stay on？〃
〃They asked； sir。 I didn't think it was a very good idea for me。〃
〃Think again；〃 Sir Basil suggested gently。 〃This Junior Varsity idea was a good o