"Of course not!" She held his arm. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Succeed, I suppose. It seems to be the only solution which would annoy no one." Gently he plucked her hand from his sleeve and let it drop. He rolled his eyes in the direction of the general's door. "Don't get yourself in trouble, Sarah."
"But—"
He lowered his voice. "Can you meet me for lunch?"
She nodded.
He leaned over her desk, scribbled some Japanese characters on her memorandum pad. "This is Sawayama's seafood place, right beyond the Tokyo Shibaura building. Show this to any Japanese policeman, and he'll direct you. You can walk. It's four or five blocks, counting American style. Twelve-thirty or thereabouts."
When he saw that she still looked woebegone, he chuckled at her, "Don't."
"Don't?"
"Don't think Coppersmith is so tough. He's just doing this for my own good. People always do, you know."
"Do?"