murderously hot in summer; three people turned it into a Bakerloo Line carriage in the rush hour, and the door didnât close properly. This office wasnât like it at all. You couldâve staged the Olympics in it and still had room for a modest international airport.
âYou donât like it,â Luke said.
âNo, I mean yes.â Duncan scrabbled frantically for words. âItâs big .â
âWhat? Oh, I see. Well, itâs all right, I suppose. A bit cluttered for my taste, but you can chuck out anything you donât want, obviously.â
Define clutter. There was a desk you couldâve landed Sea Kings on (but the legs were grooved with scratches) and the sort of chair that emperors used to sit on; a huge leather-covered sofa out in the western prairies; the wall opposite the door was one huge window, with a view of all the kingdoms of the earth; against the north wall, enough raw computing power to send a manned probe to Andromeda. If you lived in a room like this, sooner or later youâd be overwhelmed by the urge to be discovered sitting in your chair stroking a big fluffy Persian cat and drawling, âWe meet at last, Mr Bond.â
Duncan found he was clinging on to the door frame. âItâs nice,â he said.
Luke shrugged. âItâs an office,â he said. âAnd at least you can sneeze without the walls getting wet. Seen enough?â
âLuke.â Duncan took a deep breath. âI think I ought to tell you something.â
âWhat?â
âAll thisââ He made a vague gesture. âMust cost a fortune.â
Luke frowned. âWell?â
âWhich means you must be pretty bloody good at the job in order to pay for it.â
âWe manage.â
âThe thing is,â Duncan said, slowly, in a very small voice, âIâm not a particularly wonderful lawyer. Like, on a really good day, Iâm sort of middling to average. What I mean is, if I had a place like this, I wouldnât hire me to wash down the bogs and frank the letters.â
Luke grinned at him. âOh, come on,â he said. âYou were always fairly bright at school. Except maths, of course.â
âYes, butââ Sort of a surreal feeling about this. âSchoolâs different, isnât it? Just because you can do French irregular verbsââ
âYou can do French irregular verbs?â
âWell, yes. At least, I used to be able to. Iâve probably forgotten, of course.â
âIâm impressed,â Luke said. âI sort of tuned out at nous sommes, vous êtes .â
âBut thatâs not important, is it? What Iâm trying to sayââ
âThe only maths I can do is adding up and a bit of subtracting,â Luke said. âAnd I learned that from playing darts in pubs. No,â he went on, shaking his head, âyou donât want to worry about not being bright enough, God knows. Lawyering isnât exactly rocket science, after all. If I can do it, so can any bloody fool. The important thing is getting on well with your mates and having a reasonably good time while youâre at it. At least,â he added, âthatâs how we do things, and it seems to work all right for us.â
âOh.â Definitely surreal; a job interview conducted by René Magritte and Salvador Dali, wearing silly hats. âWell, I suppose thatâs all right, then.â
âExcellent.â Luke sounded like heâd just fixed up peace in the Middle East. âWell, youâve seen pretty much everything. Come and meet the lads. Theyâre dying to see you again.â
The moment, in fact, that Duncan had been dreading. Luke on his own, he mused as he followed his soon-to-be partner down a long corridor, was one thing. Meeting the whole Ferris Gang again, on the other hand, was going to beâ
Luke shoved open a door and called out, âHeâs hereâ.
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