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Scott got in his van and drove off, leaving Joel to nurse his wounds.
Chapter 23
Offering
New York
Alice Bernley and Robert Milner strolled slowly past the huge wall of ivy
along Raoul Wallenberg
Walk, their pace giving no hint of the excitement they felt as they talked of
the events of the past few weeks. "It's all coming together; I can feel it,"
Alice said. "Even if I weren't here to see it for myself, I think that I would
still feel it. Hell," she said, after a moment, "I could be on the moon and
I'd still know." Milner smiled. He did not doubt her supposition for a moment.
He could feel it too. "I've gotten calls and letters, e-mail and faxes from
people all over the world. They can sense we're on the very brink of the New
Age," Bernley continued.
"Yes. Some of that concerns me, though. I'm afraid there are those who would
like to rush its advent. We cannot allow that."
"No one else knows about Christopher?" she asked, her voice laced with
concern.
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"No. At least not that I know of. If our friends on the Security Council knew,
they'd try to make him Secretary-General right now." Milner was speaking
hypothetically but Bernley took him seriously.
"We can't allow that," she said.
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"No, of course not. The time simply isn't right. No, I don't think anyone else
knows about
Christopher. At least not yet. But many obviously do know that you and I know
something."
"Yes," Bernley said, her mood shifting back to enthusiasm. "I've gotten calls
from people and groups I've never even heard of. All of them want to know what
they should do."
"And what do you tell them?"
"I tell them to organize, add to their number, spread the word that the
arrival of the New Age is near. And to wait."
"Good advice," said Milner.
Ahead of them on the walk stood a tall thin man with graying hair, wearing a
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tailor-cut European suit. He was flanked by two very large men, both easily
twice his weight. The eyes of the larger men were hidden by sunglasses, but
the thin man stared directly at them. Had Milner and Bemley not been so
involved in their conversation they would have noticed the men long before.
Their combined swath blocked nearly the whole walk. They did not seem
menacing, but they did appear determined.
"Secretary Milner?" the thin man asked.
"Yes."
"Ms. Alice Bemley?"
"Yes."
"I have a letter for you," the man said as he handed an envelope to Bernley.
The man had spoken only a few words, but Milner, who had traveled to every
corner of the world, recognized his accent at once. Most would have guessed
French, but there was more. It was rougher, more guttural than a true French
accent. There were also strong traces of German. The man was obviously a
native of
Alsace-Lorraine, that region of France which between the years of 1870 to 1945
had traded hands between the French and Germans five times. Milner wasn't
sure, but he could think of only one item of business which would bring this
man of Alsace-Lorraine to this meeting in the park.
Bernley opened the envelope and began to read the letter inside. "Bob, look!"
she said, holding up the letter for him to see as she continued to read.
Milner read. It was as he had suspected, but it was important not to appear
too eager. Impressions could be critical. "Please convey our appreciation,"
Milner said as soon as he was sure of the letter's
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content, but without reading it in its entirety. He knew Alice could be very
excitable and he wanted to be the first to speak.
"You will take delivery of the package, then?" the thin man asked.
"Yes," Milner answered calmly.
"Yes, of course we will," Bernley said, in a much more animated tone. "We
would be delighted to
..." From the corner of her eye she caught the disturbed look on Robert
Milner's face, and let her sentence trail off. She recognized it at once as
the look he gave when he thought she was getting
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wasn't just as excited as she; it just wasn't always prudent to show it.
"Where would you like it delivered?"
Milner thought quickly and answered with the most obvious place: "The Lucius
Trust at the U.K.
Plaz . . ." Milner stopped himself. It didn't make sense to ship it across the
Atlantic only to ship it back for its final delivery. "No," he said. "Have it
delivered to the Italian Embassy in
Tel Aviv."
"We will need some assistance getting it through customs," the man said.
"Of course," Milner answered.
"You can expect delivery in one week, if that is acceptable to you."
"Yes, that would be fine," said Milner.
The man reached in his pocket and retrieved a key ring with four keys. "You
will be needing these," he said without further explanation. "Ms. Bernley,
Secretary Milner," he said as he nodded in farewell, and without another word,
the three men walked away. Milner now looked at the letter more closely.
We believe that a certain item in our possession for a number of years may
prove useful to your current enterprise. At your request -we -would be most
' gratified to surrender the item to you to use at your discretion.
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The letter went on to give specifics on the delivery of the 'item' and to note
that there were certain precautions to be observed in the transport and
'handling' of the item, of which the writer was sure they would be aware.
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Bernley had been right: it was all coming together. "I knew they would contact
us," said Milner.
"It was just a matter of time."
Wednesday, July 31,2019 Tiviarius, Israel
"So, what is it you wanted to talk about?" Rabbi Eleazar ben David asked Scott
Rosen as he sat down in his favorite chair. The rabbi's study was a little
darker than Scott liked: one of the bulbs was out and there was no natural
lighting because the room's only window, like every other wall in the room,
was hidden by tightly packed bookshelves. It was quite an impressive
collection of books, some in each of the three languages the rabbi spoke
fluently.
"I'm concerned about Joel," Scott began.
"Joel Felsberg?" Rabbi ben David interrupted.
"Yes," Scott confirmed.
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