“I can understand you,” Stone said. “That’s hot enough for me. Can you tell me where you are?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, but you may consider that I am at a sufficient remove to prevent unexpected events.”

“How did you travel there?”

“In someone else’s transport,” Hackett replied.

“That’s what I was thinking; they could have tracked your tail number.”

“I have reason to believe that I arrived here unnoticed by anyone.”

“I’m relieved to hear it, because, I have to tell you, I have even more reason to believe that your life is in danger.”

“Is Felicity hunting me?”

“She is the least of your problems.”

“Then what has changed?”

“I’m not sure that anything has changed, but I know more now than I did before. I should tell you that your ruse in the churchyard has been uncovered, so to speak, and that if that news makes its way to London the danger will become acute.”

“That news has not made its way to London yet?”

“No, but that could change.”

“I’m sorry I had to lie to you, Stone, but I did not consider you as much a friend as I now do.”

“Let’s put that behind us. I believe that your business interests in the UK may be in as much danger as you are.”

“I had anticipated that, and I’ve done what I can to minimize the risk.”

“Tell me, Jim, why was there no fingerprint record in the dossier you sent?”

“I don’t know; I received it exactly as you saw it.”

“And why does your dossier and that of Timothy Timmons bear the same photograph?”

Silence.

“Hello, Jim?”

“I’m still here. I didn’t know the two dossiers had the same photo. I assure you that the photo you saw on my dossier was of me. I can’t answer for Tim’s dossier, because I never saw it. Where on earth did they find it?”

“At a storage facility for old records.”

“Was there anything of interest found in it?” Hackett asked.

“What would you expect to be found in it?”

“I’ve no idea what’s in it,” Hackett replied, “and I’m very surprised that there would be any interest in Tim’s dossier.”

“Why not? He was your partner,” Stone pointed out.

“I suppose I should have expected that.”

“Jim,” Stone said, “are you Stanley Whitestone?”

Something like a sigh could be heard down the long tunnel. “Stone, I won’t lie to you, but I can’t answer that question now. Perhaps later, I don’t know.”

“Why not?”

“I’m sorry, but you’re just going to have to accept that I can’t answer you. I’m going to have to go now.”

“Jim, is it possible for me to contact you if I need to?”

“No, I’m afraid not. If you have something important to tell me, you’ll have to wait for me to call you again. Good-bye.” Hackett hung up.

Stone hung up and walked back into the bedroom, where Felicity was waiting for him, sitting up in bed, reading something from her briefcase.