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waiting for her retirement to kick in. Think carefully: What were you and Marcel duBois doing in New York?”
    “I told you, I don’t know.”
    “Have you talked to your managing partner, Bill Eggers, about this? Maybe he knows.”
    “Eggers is in darkest Maine—moosing or something—and can’t be reached.”
    “Swell. Now you are going to have to be my way to Marcel duBois.”
    “
Me
? You want me to recruit the richest man in Europe to be your spy?”
    “Not a spy, just an asset. Can you imagine how much information duBois could pass to us, given his business contacts on the continent? He could be invaluable.”
    “Why would he consider an approach from me?”
    “He sold you that fucking automobile, didn’t he? And at a steeply discounted price, when half the billionaires in the world would pay a high premium to get their hands on one.”
    “Well, it’s a very nice car, and you can’t blame me for accepting his offer.”
    “I’m not blaming you, I’m happy for you. I hope you’ll let me drive it sometime. My point is, if he likes you enough to practically give you his greatest prize, then maybe he would respond favorably to an approach from you on our behalf.”
    “And you came all the way from the States to ask me to do this?”
    “I did. That’s how important it could be to us. A word from you in his shell-like ear might open a world of high-level business dealings to us. Can’t you see how important that could be to us in achieving our ends for our country? Have you no feeling for your homeland? No patriotism?”
    “That’s pathetic, Lance! Pandering that way to get me to do your bidding. Patriotism, indeed!”
    “I’m perfectly serious. You have a golden opportunity to make a difference in Europe for your country, and you’re feigning memory loss to get out of it!”
    “
Feigning
? I remember nothing!” Stone shouted. “But I would if you hadn’t had me drugged with that stuff!”
    “I told you, it was an accident! An unintended consequence!”
    “That doesn’t matter, the effect is the same! I could have died! You said so yourself!”
    “Now, now,” Lance said placatingly, “let’s get control of our emotions and discuss this like gentlemen.”
    “Gentlemen? You’re no gentleman! You have people drugged on airplanes!”
    Lance sank into his chair again, massaging his temples. “Look, this effort can still be saved. We’ve lucked into an entrée to duBois, the sort of thing that could happen once in a lifetime. What do I have to do to get your help? Do you want me to tell Helga to keep fucking you?”
    “Well, that’s not the worst offer I’ve ever had,” Stone said, “but quite frankly, I don’t think I need any help from you in that regard.”
    “Perhaps not, but I can see that it never happens again. I can send her back to Stockholm.”
    “A threat! Now we have threats!”
    “Get duBois on our team, and I’ll give you a medal.”
    “A medal? One of your ‘jockstrap’ medals that nobody can wear in his lifetime?”
    “Well, there is that.”
    “I don’t want your fucking medal, I just want to get my memory back.”
    “Our doctor tells me that shock treatments might help.”
    “Shock treatments? That’s like something out of a bad movie! I haven’t heard about shock treatments since
The Snake Pit
.”
    “Well, there was
One Flew Over the Cuckoo
’
s Nest
, with Jack Nicholson.”
    “Yeah, and look how that turned out!”
    “It was just a thought. I was trying to help.”
    “Help? Help me get strapped to a table with a rubber thing between my teeth and electrodes on my temples?”
    “All right, forget the electroshock treatments. Tell you what I’ll do: I’ll send somebody up to the North Woods of Maine to find Eggers and give him a satphone. Then you can ask him what you and duBois were doing in New York. He’ll know, won’t he?”
    “Now,
that
is the first sensible thing you’ve had to say since you broke into my suite.”
    “I’m a spy, I