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You Cannot Defeat Your Enemies Until You Know Who They Are.

The Cia Agent Looked More Dead Than Alive. Alex Wondered If He Had Been Hit, But There Was No Sign Of Any Blood. Perhaps He Was In Shock.

If This Is What You Do To The Winner, I'd Hate To See How You Treat The Runner Up.

I Hear It Still. As I Lay Down My Pen And Take To My Bed, I Am Aware Of The Bow Being Drawn Across The Bridge And The Music Rises Into The Night Sky. It Is Far Away And Barely Audible - But There It Is! A Pizzicato. Then A Tremelo. The Style Is Unmistakable. It Is Sherlock Holmes Who Is Playing. It Must Be. I Hope With All My Heart That He Is Playing For Me . . .

He Had Followed The Trail Left By A Dead Man. It Was Only Now That He Realized It Might Lead Only To A Grave.