true.”
Caleb turned absolutely scarlet as Pearl ushered them quickly out.
“Okay,” Reuben said outside as he pulled on his motorcycle helmet. “I think I just met Professor Dumbledore.”
“Who?” Caleb exclaimed, obviously still furious from Pearl’s parting shot.
“Dumbledore. From Harry Potter, you know.”
“No, I
don’t
know,” Caleb snapped.
“What a bloody muggle,” Reuben muttered as he slipped on his goggles.
Caleb said, “Well, Pearl obviously doesn’t believe the
Psalm Book
is authentic.” He paused, and then he said in a less confident tone, “And maybe he’s right. I mean, I only looked at the thing for a few moments.”
Reuben piped in, “Well, the way you told Pearl off in there
you
better be right.”
Caleb flushed. “I can’t believe I did that. I mean, he’s famous in the book field. I’m just a government librarian.”
“A first-rate librarian at one of the world’s greatest institutions,” Stone added.
“He may be terrific in his field, but he really needs to get a computer. And a printer that’s not from the sixteenth century,” Milton added.
The Nova pulled off. As Reuben kick-started the Indian, Stone, on the pretense of adjusting his tall body better in the sidecar, glanced behind him.
As they drove off, the van continued to follow.
When the Chevy Nova and the motorcycle split up, the van tailed the bike.
CHAPTER 15
D ESPITE THE LATENESS OF THE hour, Stone instructed Reuben to drop him near the White House instead of his caretaker’s cottage at Mt. Zion Cemetery. He’d noticed the van following them and wanted to do something about it.
He quietly explained the situation to Reuben as he was getting out of the sidecar, describing the van to his friend.
Stone said, “Keep an eye out. If the van follows you, I’ll call you on your cell phone.”
“Shouldn’t you call Alex Ford for some backup? After all, we did make him an honorary member of the Camel Club.”
“Alex is no longer assigned to the White House. And I don’t want to call him out on what might be nothing. But there are other Secret Service personnel here that can help me.”
When Reuben pulled away, Stone slowly passed his tent, with the sign “I want the truth” next to it. No other protesters were here tonight, including his friend Adelphia. Then he made his way quickly toward a statue in the park of a Polish general who’d aided the Americans in the Revolutionary War. His reward for this good service had been a large memorial on which hundreds of birds crapped daily. Climbing up on the statue’s pedestal, he saw that the van remained parked on 15th Street, outside the 1600 block of Pennsylvania Avenue closed to traffic.
Stone climbed back down and approached one of the uniformed guards who protected the White House perimeter.
“What’s up tonight, Oliver?” the man said. He’d been guarding the White House for almost ten years and was well acquainted with Stone. For his part Stone was always polite and adhered strictly to the rules of the protest permit that he carried in his pocket.
“Hello, Joe, I wanted to give you the heads-up on something. It might not be anything, but I know the Service doesn’t like to take chances.” He quickly explained about the van, but without pointing toward it. “I thought you should know in case you wanted to check it out.”
“Thanks, Oliver. I owe you.”
As Stone had learned in all his years here, there was no detail too small for the Secret Service when it came to guarding the president. Thus, a couple minutes later he watched from nearby as Joe, joined by another armed guard, approached the D.C. Public Works van. Stone wished he had thought to bring his binoculars tonight, but they sat on his desk back at the cottage. He tensed when the driver’s window of the van came down.
The next thing that happened was stunning. The two uniformed guards whirled around and walked quickly away from the van as the driver’s window slid back
Caleb turned absolutely scarlet as Pearl ushered them quickly out.
“Okay,” Reuben said outside as he pulled on his motorcycle helmet. “I think I just met Professor Dumbledore.”
“Who?” Caleb exclaimed, obviously still furious from Pearl’s parting shot.
“Dumbledore. From Harry Potter, you know.”
“No, I
don’t
know,” Caleb snapped.
“What a bloody muggle,” Reuben muttered as he slipped on his goggles.
Caleb said, “Well, Pearl obviously doesn’t believe the
Psalm Book
is authentic.” He paused, and then he said in a less confident tone, “And maybe he’s right. I mean, I only looked at the thing for a few moments.”
Reuben piped in, “Well, the way you told Pearl off in there
you
better be right.”
Caleb flushed. “I can’t believe I did that. I mean, he’s famous in the book field. I’m just a government librarian.”
“A first-rate librarian at one of the world’s greatest institutions,” Stone added.
“He may be terrific in his field, but he really needs to get a computer. And a printer that’s not from the sixteenth century,” Milton added.
The Nova pulled off. As Reuben kick-started the Indian, Stone, on the pretense of adjusting his tall body better in the sidecar, glanced behind him.
As they drove off, the van continued to follow.
When the Chevy Nova and the motorcycle split up, the van tailed the bike.
CHAPTER 15
D ESPITE THE LATENESS OF THE hour, Stone instructed Reuben to drop him near the White House instead of his caretaker’s cottage at Mt. Zion Cemetery. He’d noticed the van following them and wanted to do something about it.
He quietly explained the situation to Reuben as he was getting out of the sidecar, describing the van to his friend.
Stone said, “Keep an eye out. If the van follows you, I’ll call you on your cell phone.”
“Shouldn’t you call Alex Ford for some backup? After all, we did make him an honorary member of the Camel Club.”
“Alex is no longer assigned to the White House. And I don’t want to call him out on what might be nothing. But there are other Secret Service personnel here that can help me.”
When Reuben pulled away, Stone slowly passed his tent, with the sign “I want the truth” next to it. No other protesters were here tonight, including his friend Adelphia. Then he made his way quickly toward a statue in the park of a Polish general who’d aided the Americans in the Revolutionary War. His reward for this good service had been a large memorial on which hundreds of birds crapped daily. Climbing up on the statue’s pedestal, he saw that the van remained parked on 15th Street, outside the 1600 block of Pennsylvania Avenue closed to traffic.
Stone climbed back down and approached one of the uniformed guards who protected the White House perimeter.
“What’s up tonight, Oliver?” the man said. He’d been guarding the White House for almost ten years and was well acquainted with Stone. For his part Stone was always polite and adhered strictly to the rules of the protest permit that he carried in his pocket.
“Hello, Joe, I wanted to give you the heads-up on something. It might not be anything, but I know the Service doesn’t like to take chances.” He quickly explained about the van, but without pointing toward it. “I thought you should know in case you wanted to check it out.”
“Thanks, Oliver. I owe you.”
As Stone had learned in all his years here, there was no detail too small for the Secret Service when it came to guarding the president. Thus, a couple minutes later he watched from nearby as Joe, joined by another armed guard, approached the D.C. Public Works van. Stone wished he had thought to bring his binoculars tonight, but they sat on his desk back at the cottage. He tensed when the driver’s window of the van came down.
The next thing that happened was stunning. The two uniformed guards whirled around and walked quickly away from the van as the driver’s window slid back
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