Chapter 11. Philip Norfolk was not a man accustomed to hurrying or to playing fetch and carry.

It did not suit his disposition or his demeanor. As a corporate head of one of the many divisions of Fenwick Industries, Norfolk was responsible for the direction taken by a multi-million dollar business and for the working lives of thousands of men. In the course of a day,

he did not normally carry boxes of paperwork and company records, and he only very rarely

took any sort of order from anyone. But this was not a normal day. Today, Chief O'Malley and

his band of clerks had come to call with a warrant in hand for an audit of paperwork related to the movement of certain items of high technology.

Norfolk knew he was not only answerable for the lives and livelihoods of his workers, but also for the good name of the company.

He had begun his career under the late Thomas Fenwick and was just as loyal to the interests of the son as he had been the father.

Though his new employer took a much more relaxed attitude toward anything that smelled like work,

Norfolk took that as his cue to be even more proactive on his behalf.

Thus, to keep the presence of the police as quiet as possible, Norfolk himself, together with a dozen senior managers,

had spent the day bringing the requested files to the large conference hall that the police had

commandeered for their search. He opened the door and came face to face with Chief O'Malley.

"'These are the last of them,' Norfolk said, holding out the box.

O'Malley went so far as to uncross one of his arms to point at

the table with the stem of his pipe, but he said nothing and gave no sign of thanks to Norfolk.

This was not Chief O'Malley's kind of police work. The small army of well-scrubbed young men the

department used for investigations of this sort struck him more like actuaries than policemen,

and this was a bad business coming into the offices of one of the city's wealthiest men

with a warrant. Bound to get complicated. But O'Malley felt he was too close to the answer

to take any risks, to have any records hidden. Captain Clockwork had built his technological

terrors out of Fenwick Industries's parts, that much was certain,

and somewhere in this unholy mess of shipping manifests, orders, and receivables, there must be a

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