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A brief knock and the door was flung open. Startled, Havilland looked up as Edward McAllister, his face ashen, walked rapidly into the room. "Conklin's at the gate," said the undersecretary. "He's demanding to see you and says he'll stay there all night if he has to. He also says if it gets chilly, he'll build a fire in the road to keep warm."
"Crippled or not, he hasn't lost his panache," said the ambassador.
"This is totally unexpected," continued McAllister, massaging his right temple. "We're not prepared for a confrontation."
"It seems we haven't a choice. That's a public road out there, and it's the province of the colony's Fire Department in the event our neighbors become alarmed."
"Surely, he wouldn't-"
"Surely, he would," broke in Havilland. "Let him in. This isn't only unexpected, it's extraordinary. He hasn't had time to assemble his facts or organize an attack that would give him leverage. He's openly exposing his involvement, and given his background in covert to black operations, he wouldn't do that lightly. It's far too dangerous. He himself once gave the order for beyond-salvage."
"We can presume he's in touch with the woman," protested the undersecretary, heading for the telephone on the ambassador's desk. "That gives him all the facts he needs!"
"No, it doesn't. She hasn't got them."
"And you," said McAllister, his hand on the phone. "How does he know to come to you!"
Havilland smiled grimly. "All he'd have to hear is that I'm in Hong Kong. Besides, we spoke, and I'm sure he's put it all together."
"But this house?"
"He'll never tell us. Conklin's an old Far East hand, Mr Undersecretary, and he has contacts we can't presume to know about. And we won't know what brings him here unless he's admitted, will we?"
"No, we won't." McAllister picked up the phone; he dialed three digits. "Officer of the Guard? . . . Let Mr. Conklin through the gate, search him for a weapon, and escort him yourself to the East Wing office. . . He what! . . . Admit him quickly and put the damn thing out!"
"What happened?" asked Havilland, as the undersecretary hung up the phone.
"He started a fire on the other side of the road."