No one was aware of what Jenny was doing except me, James, and the Wolf, who remained in his office—NS3 still had to run.
James paced the floor, I enjoyed the view, and one by one, Jenny discarded the pages.
And then she found one that held her attention. She examined it for a good fifteen minutes, comparing it with the original, and then she nodded and looked up at James.
“This is it, sir.”
“And?”
She drew in a breath. “It’s Bryony Joyner’s machine.”
“Right-o. Let’s have a chat with her.”
We took the lift up to the Wolf’s office. Miss Joyner looked up when the three of us entered. “Yes?” She turned pale when she saw me. “M-Mr Tanner.”
“As ever was.”
“Mr Wolfram is very busy today. I…” She swallowed. “I can make an appointment for you to see him later in the week. Or possibly next
