The only uncoordinated touch was the handbag, leather and starkly modern, with a lock attached.
Jim Bob gave her a glazed stare as she moved right past him, headed for us. The sumo pair was bowing to the floor.
Well, well, the Emperor's most devoted courtier had finally arrived. Into our presence on this day of days had returned none other than Ms. Akira Mori. One look at her eyes told me she'd come to kill somebody.
[CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE]
"Mr. Walton, where is the silver case?" She'd walked straight up to us and now was just standing there, awaiting an answer.
"Mori-san, that silver box is long gone, thanks to Noda." I suddenly felt as if we'd just dropped out of the twentieth century and back into the twelfth. Time warp. "Let me tell you something. It was like the apple in the Garden of Eden: bite into it and out would spew the knowledge of good and evil. Better to forget the whole thing."
"You don't know anything."
"Definite point. We've just discovered there was a heck of a lot we didn't know." I thumbed toward Noda's office. "Including the scope of Dai Nippon's impressive new investment program."
She ignored that response entirely as she whirled on Tam, her voice increasingly strident. "Dr. Richardson, you have betrayed His Majesty."