"You discovered this yourself?" he asked when she'd finished, and there was definitely a tone of respect in his voice.

"Yah. The data was all there, it's just a question of running the right search program." Julia knew her cheeks would be red, but didn't care.

"How much is the monolattice filament worth?" he asked.

"That's what doesn't make sense," she admitted. "The total loss is only nine hundred thousand Eurofrancs."

"And that bothers you?"

"Yah! It's ridiculous. Why go to all that trouble? The memox spoiler works perfectly, there's no need to add the monolattice filament to it."

Greg didn't exactly smile, but she could sense his tension easing. "Tell you," he said, "I knew something about this spoiler operation was funny. You believe in intuition?" The question was sharp, as though the answer really mattered to him.

Julia forgot the tea plantation, the bark pressing into her back, muggy air. She felt real good talking to him like this, treated as an equal, not the patronised boss's granddaughter, not a scatty teenage rich girl. Right now she was a real person, for the first time in a long time. Maybe the moment would stretch and stretch.

Commit GregTime. To sip and savour whenever she felt down.

"I had to keep working on the Zanthus data," she said carefully. "Like it wouldn't let me go."

He nodded, satisfied with her response. "It's up here. I can feel it, no messing."

Which sounded pretty strange. Was that what he'd meant by intuition? "What's up there?"

"The twist. We're overlooking something, Julia." He paused, eyes closed, an impression of effort. "What was the monolattice filament intended for, anything important? Are you going to get clobbered with penalty clauses for non-delivery?"

Julia used the nodes to plug into the company datanet, remonstrating with herself, it was an obvious question. She traced the monolattice-filament contracts, running a quick analysis. "Not that I can find," she said. "But I'll have the lawyer's office double-check to be on the safe side."

"Right. In the meantime, I'll start interviewing the monolattice-filament module people." He let out a long breath, rubbing his nose. "Lord, how many of them are there?"

"Seven. We don't make much monolattice filament."

"That's something. You'd better call Morgan Walshaw; bring him up to date, and have him round up those on their furlough. I'll have to vet them once I get down."

"Right."

"That was a terrific piece of work, Julia. Exactly the sort of proof I needed."

Julia watched his image intently. His camouflage of emotional detachment had slipped fractionally, he was keen now, animated. He looked much nicer this way, she decided. "What proof?"

"That the spoiler doesn't conform."

"But how does knowing it's odd help? That just makes it more confusing to me."

He winked. "Have faith. Now I know, I'll keep looking. And I can look in the weirdest places."

"Where?" she demanded eagerly.