Chapter 35Vauxhall“Thank you for coming, Doctor Clements. I’m sorry
about the delay in getting you through the system. But we can’t be too
careful can we? ‘Semper vigilans’ – ever vigilant – are the
watchwords here.”
Michael Gordon was not the least bit sorry. It had
taken more than forty minutes from the time I arrived at this monstrosity of
a building to being ushered into a small, uninviting room. We sat on
nondescript chairs either side of a plain table.
“It appears your friend, the prophet, has been
busy.”
I sat there without commenting.
He looked up and said sharply. “Has she spoken to you
recently?”
“No. Why should she?”
“I had the impression that you would be in regular
contact.”
“I can’t see what I can do for her in
Britain.”
“I suppose not, Doctor. So, she hasn’
