The door swished open. The nurse came in. "There's a man down in the waiting room who wants to see you, Mr. Grant," she said. "He gave his name as Hugo Fairchild."
Lin frowned. "You sure he wants to see me?" he asked. "I don't know anyone by that name."
"Yes, it's you," the nurse said. "I told him you weren't in any shape to see any visitors, but he said he would take only a moment of your time."
"All right," Lin sighed. "Send him up, but make sure he doesn't stay any longer than that."
Lin examined the man the nurse brought in. He was of medium height and of ordinary appearance. A type that wouldn't attract a second glance on the street or anywhere else.
"I'm Hugo Fairchild," the man said. "You're Lin Grant."
"That's right," Lin said.
Fairchild looked down at Lin for a moment, then said abruptly, "I'll come straight to the point. You have a piece of paper that doesn't belong to you. I've come to get it."
Lin's eyes narrowed. "How did you know about it, and why do you want it?"
"There's no need to ask questions," Fairchild said. "I'm here to get that piece of paper. It's of no importance to you."