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Sha that any further argument was fruitless "I'm sorry I can't offer you more precise information"

"So aain "I'm not convinced a blunder by you or one of your people didn't cause that nasty mess with the A to cover up by throwing the bla "I assure you, Prime Minister, that is not the case"

Sarveux stared at Shaw steadily "Nations are not run on probabilities, Mr Shaw Please thank General Simms and tell him to consider the matter dropped And while you're at it, please inform him I see no reason to pursue the North American Treaty business" Shaw sat astounded "But, sir, if the Americans find a treaty copy, they can-"

"They won't," Sarveux cut him short "Good day, Mr Shaw"

His hands balled into fists, Shaw got up and wordlessly left the room

As soon as the door latch clicked, Sarveux picked up the phone and dialed a number on his private line

Forty minutes later, Commissionaire Harold Finn of the Mounties entered the room

He was an unimpressive little man in rumpled clothes, the sort who is lost in a crowd ora party His charcoal hair was parted down the middle and contrasted with bushy white eyebrows

"I'otten you over here on such short notice," Sarveux apologized

"No proble through a briefcase

Sarveux didn't waste tis?"

Finn unhinged a pair of reading glasses and held them in front of his eyes as he scanned a pair of opened folders "I have the file on the autopsy and a report on Jean Boucher"

"The man who discovered Jules Guerrier's body?"