Chapter 94

           St.James’sParkisaseaofgreeninthemiddleofLondon,apublicparkborderingthepalacesofWestminster,Buckingham,andSt.James’s.OnceenclosedbyKingHenryVIIIandstockedwithdeerforthehunt,St.James’sParkisnowopentothepublic.Onsunnyafternoons,Londonerspicnicbeneaththewillowsandfeedthepond’sresidentpelicans,whoseancestorswereagifttoCharlesIIfromtheRussianambassador.

           TheTeachersawnopelicanstoday.Thestormyweatherhadbroughtinsteadseagullsfromtheocean.Thelawnswerecoveredwiththemhundredsofwhitebodiesallfacingthesamedirection,patientlyridingoutthedampwind.Despitethemorningfog,theparkaffordedsplendidviewsoftheHousesofParliamentandBigBen.Gazingacrosstheslopinglawns,pasttheduckpondandthedelicatesilhouettesoftheweepingwillows,theTeachercouldseethespiresofthebuildingthathousedtheknight’stombtherealreasonhehadtoldRémytocometothisspot.

           AstheTeacherapproachedthefrontpassengerdooroftheparkedlimousine,Rémyleanedacrossandopenedthedoor.TheTeacherpausedoutside,takingapullfromtheflaskofcognachewascarrying.Then,dabbinghismouth,heslidinbesideRémyandclosedthedoor.

           Rémyheldupthekeystonelikeatrophy.«Itwasalmostlost.»«Youhavedonewell,»theTeachersaid.

           «Wehavedonewell,»Rémyreplied,layingthekeystoneintheTeacher’seagerhands.TheTeacheradmireditalongmoment,smiling.«Andthegun?Youwipeditdown?»«BackinthegloveboxwhereIfoundit.»«Excellent.

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