see your family soon。 They were quite exhausted last night。 I gave your wife something to help her sleep； I hope she took it。 Your darling little daughter was all done in。〃 Scott gave Ryan a serious look。 〃I was not misleading you earlier。 Disfort will slow your recovery。 Do what I tell you and we'll have you out of that bed in a week； and discharged in two perhaps。 But you must do exactly as I say。〃
〃Understood； sir。 And thanks。 Cathy said you did a good job on the arm。〃
Scott tried to shrug it off。 The smile showed only a little。 〃One must take proper care of one's guests。 I'll be back late this afternoon to see how you are progressing。〃 He left； mumbling instructions to the nurse。
The police arrived in force at 8：30。 By this time Ryan had been able to eat his hospital breakfast and wash up。 Breakfast had been a huge disappointment； with Wilson collapsing in laughter at Ryan's ment on its appearance but Kittiwake had been so downcast from this that Ryan had felt constrained to eat all of it； even the stewed prunes that he'd loathed since childhood。 Only after finishing had he realized that her demeanor had probably been a sham； a device to get him to eat all the slop。 Nurses； he reminded himself； are tricky。 At eight the orderly had arrived to help him clean up。 Ryan shaved himself； with the orderly holding the mirror and clucking every time he nicked himself。 Four nicks Ryan customarily used an electric shaver； and hadn't faced a bare blade in years。 By 8：30 Ryan felt and looked human again。 Kittiwake had brought in a second cup of coffee。 It wasn't very good； but it was still coffee。
There were three police officers； very senior ones； Ryan thought； from the way Wilson snapped to his feet and scurried about to arrange chairs for them before excusing himself out the door。
James Owens appeared to be the most senior； and inquired as to Ryan's condition politely enough that he probably meant it。 He reminded Ryan of his own father； a craggy； heavyset man； and； judging from his large； gnarled hands； one who had earned his way to mander's rank after more than a few years of walking the streets and enforcing the law the hard way。
Chief Superintendent William Taylor was about forty； younger than his Anti…Terrorist Branch colleague； and neater。 Both senior detectives were well dressed； and both had the red…rimmed eyes that came from an uninterrupted night's work。
David Ashley was the youngest and best dressed of the three。 About Ryan's size and weight； perhaps five years older。 He described himself as a representative of the Home Office； and he looked a great deal smoother than either of the others。
〃You're quite certain you're up to this？〃 Taylor asked。
Ryan shrugged。 〃No sense waiting。〃
Owens took a cassette tape recorder from his portfolio and set it on the bedstand。 He plugged in two microphones； one facing Ryan； the other toward the officers。 He punched the record button and announced the date； time； and place。
〃Doctor Ryan；〃 Owens asked formally； 〃do you know that this interview is being recorded？〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃And do you have any objection to this？〃
〃No； sir。 May I ask a question？〃
〃Certainly；〃 Owens answered。
〃Am I being charged with anything？ If so； I would like to contact my embassy and have an attor 〃 Ryan was more than a little uneasy to be the focus of so much high…level police attention； but was cut off by the chuckles of Mr。 Ashley。 He noted that the other police officers deferred to him for the answer。
〃Doctor Ryan； you may just have things the wrong way 'round。 For the record； sir； we have no intention whatever of charging you with anything。 Were we to do so； I dare say we'd be looking for new employment by day's end。〃
Ryan nodded； not showing his relief。 He'd not yet been sure of this； sure only that the law doesn't have to make sense。 Owens began reading his questions from a yellow pad。
〃Can you give us your name and address； please？〃
〃John Patrick Ryan。 Our mailing address is Annapolis； Maryland。 Our home is at Peregrine Cliff； about ten miles south of Annapolis on the Chesapeake Bay。〃
〃And your occupation？〃 Owens checked off something on his pad。
〃I guess you could say I have a couple of jobs。 I'm an instructor in history at the U。S。 Naval Academy in Annapolis。 I lecture occasionally at the Naval War College in Newport； and from time to time I do a little consulting work on the side。〃
〃That's all？〃 Ashley inquired with a friendly smile or was it friendly？ Ryan asked himself。 Jack wondered just how much they'd managed to find out about him in the past what？ fifteen hours or so and exactly what Ashley was hinting at。 You're no cop； Ryan thought。 What exactly are you？ Regardless； he had to stick to his cover story； that he was a part…time consultant to the Mitre Corporation。
〃And the purpose of your visit to this country？〃 Owens went on。
〃bination vacation and research trip。 I'm gathering data for a new book； and Cathy needed some time off。 Sally is still a preschooler； so we decided to head over now and miss the tourist season。〃 Ryan took a cigarette from the pack Wilson had left behind。 Ashley lit it from a gold lighter。 〃In my coat wherever that is you'll find letters of introduction to your Admiralty and the Royal Naval College at Dartmouth。〃
〃We have the letters；〃 Owens replied。 〃Quite illegible。 I'm afraid； and I fear your suit is a total loss also。 What the blood did not ruin； your wife and our sergeant finished off with a knife。 So when did you arrive in Britain？〃
〃It's still Thursday； right？ Well； we got in Tuesday night from Dulles International outside Washington。 Arrived about seven…thirty； got to the hotel about nine…thirty or so； had a snack sent up； and went right to sleep。 Flying always messes me up jet lag； whatever。 I conked right out。〃 That was not exactly true； but Ryan didn't think they needed to know everything。
Owens nodded。 They had already learned why Ryan hated flying。 〃And yesterday？〃
〃I woke up about seven； I guess； had breakfast and a paper sent up； then just kinda lazed around until about eight…thirty。 I arranged to meet Cathy and Sally in the park around four； then caught a cab to the Admiralty building close； as it turned out； I could have walked it。 As I said； I had a letter of introduction to see Admiral Sir Alexander Woodson； the man in charge of your naval archives he's retired； actually。 He took me down to a musty sub…sub…basement。 He had the stuff I wanted all ready for me。
〃I came over to look at some signal digests。 Admiralty signals between London and Admiral Sir James Somerville。 He was mander of your Indian Ocean fleet in the early months of 1942； and that's one of the things I'm writing about。 So I spend the next three hours reading over faded carbon copies of naval dispatches and taking notes。〃
〃On this？〃 Ashley held up Ryan's clipboard。 Jack snatched it from his hands。
〃Thank God！〃 Ryan exclaimed。 〃I was sure it got lost。〃 He opened it and set it up on the bedstand； then typed in some instructions。 〃Ha！ It still works！〃
〃What exactly is that thing？〃 Ashley wanted to know。 All three got out of their chairs to look at it。
〃This is my baby。〃 Ryan grinned。 On opening the clipboard he revealed a typewriter…style keyboard and a yellow Liquid Crystal Diode display。 Outwardly it looked like an expensive clipboard； about an inch thick and bound in leather。 〃It's a Cambridge Datamaster Model…C Field puter。 A friend of mine makes them。 It has an MC…68000 microprocessor； and two megabytes of bubble memory。〃
〃Care to translate that？〃 Taylor asked。
〃Sorry。 It's a portable puter。 The microprocessor is what does the actual work。 Two megabytes means that the memory stores up to two million characters enough for a whole book and since it uses bubble memory； you don't lose the information when you switch it off。 A guy I went to school with set up a pany to make these little darlings。 He hit on me for some start…up capital。 I use an Apple at home； this one's just for carrying around。〃
〃We knew it was some sort of puter； but our chaps couldn't make it work；〃 Ashley said。
〃Security device