Malone jerked a finger under his collar.
“What made you decide to come here?” Sir Lewis said. He had the pipe lit now, and blew a cloud of fragrant smoke over the table.
Malone wondered where to start. “One of the clues,” he said at last, “was the efficiency of the FBI. It hit me the same way the efficiency of the PRS had hit me, while I was looking at the batch of reports that had been run off so rapidly.”
“Ah,” Sir Lewis said. “The dossiers.”
“Dossiers?” Burris said.
Sir Lewis puffed at his pipe. “Sorry,” he said. “I thought you had been tuned in for that.”
“I was busy,” Burris said. “I can’t tune into everything. After all, I’ve only got one mind.”
“And two hands,” Malone said at random.
“At least,” Lou said. Their eyes met in a glance of perfect understanding.
“What the hell do hands have to do with it?” Burris said.