The Director rose from his chair and climbed down from the platform on which his desk was installed. He walked to the large window and drew the curtains. Since the office was on a 19th floor, he had an ample view of Broadway, which at that time was an anthill of people. The day was bright and the man closed his eyes. The memories of his childhood in the misty Black Forest came to his mind; in two months time he would make his annual pilgrimage to his birthplace which would also include going to meet his superiors. He hoped this time he would be able to bring them conclusive clues of what he had been revealing from previous decades, and he trusted Wildau to achieve those clues. What his subordinate had just entrusted to him lit a new light on a vital subject that had remained in the shadows
