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Clearly, what had been of compelling interest to scholars for centuries had now waned in drawing power with the two men in the ancient manuscripts room of the Institute. Neither Falzoni nor the blond-haired man in russet Norfolk jacket was giving any real attention to the manuscripts in the glass cases over which they stooped, shifting and turning like restless bloodhounds. And what scent was that they were each picking up? Both of them were acutely vigilant of all that was happening around them. Their senses were tuned to every creak of the worn-weary floorboards, to every voice or whisper that filtered in from the surrounding rooms of the building. Both of them were acutely aware of each other.
Falzoni bent in closer to the glass case, his nose almost touching it, all the while watch
