notepad. He set up several angled lights around the base for contrast. His microscope was then linked to a printer.
After several hours of examination, having powered down to a mere 10-4 m, Coglin printed out several versions of his microscopy view.
âDone,â he announced casually.
Agent Johnson placed the notepad back in the plastic bag and sealed it, signing off on the label on the exterior of the bag with the date, time, and his initials. Then, after a polite nod to Blackstone and Coglin, Johnson left for the FBI building, where he said he would be placing the bag containing the notepad back into the evidence room.
Coglin seemed satisfied with what he saw and explained to Blackstone that his next step would begin as soon as he returned to his University of Maryland lab.
âI will double-check my field findings,â he said, âand then feed the data on the gross outline of the impressions on the notepad into a special lexicon/epigraphy software system. Iâve used it in other document impression cases. Iâll start with the assumption that Horace Langley was writing in English when he made his notes. But if the results are inconclusive, then I will try some other language variants. The software system I designed contains one hundred and five language identifiers. So my hunch is that we will be able to decipher the impression he left on the notepad.â
When Blackstone got back to the office later that day he noticed the light on in Juliaâs office down the hall. After he picked up a fistful of phone message slips from Frieda, he strolled down to Juliaâs office. He strode in and plunked himself down on the leather chair across from her desk.
Blackstone sat for several minutes silently, until Julia finally put down her pen, pushed her file to the side of her desk, and gave him a cold, hard look.
âYes?â she asked.
âI just like watching you while you work,â he said with a smile.
âAnd I donât like being watched,â she snapped back.
âWell, I did have something to say,â he said, clearing his throat.
Julia continued to give him a cold stare.
âI admit I was condescending with you,â Blackstone said. âSorry about that. Personality defect. Probably a defense mechanism as a result of my deep-seated insecurities.â
âOh please, â she groaned.
âOkay. Apology given. Apology accepted. Moving on,â Blackstonesaid with a smile, âI just got back from our examination of the notepad. Dr. Coglinâs going to call me at home tonight with the results. Do you want me to conference you into the call?â
âNot really,â Julia said with a look of manufactured boredom. âI have a date tonight.â
âThatâs wonderful,â he said. âWhatâs his name?â
âOh, no. Weâre not going there,â she replied.
âFine. Letâs keep the professional hermetically sealed off from the personal.â
âGood,â she said. âAnything else?â
âYes. Whereâs the results of your investigation into this Lord Magister Dee character?â
âI thought youâd never ask,â Julia said. Then she tapped a few times on her keyboard, waited for two seconds, and then turned to him and said, âThereâI just e-mailed you my report on Lord Dee.â
âWhy donât you just boil it down for me right here?â he asked. âI prefer the human touch.â
She sighed and then launched in.
âStrange guy. A member of the House of Lords. Mega-rich. Comes from old aristocratic money. Lives in a castle estate. Owns several other castles. He is a direct descendant of a guy named John Dee, who was a sixteenth-century mystic and astrologer in England. John Dee was full-blown occult practitioner and the personal mystic advisor to Queen Elizabeth I of England.â
âWhy is Lord Deeâs pedigree important?â Blackstone
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