Sean Delorme leaned across the table with enthusiasm. “It’s all part of the legend. That’s what’s so amazing. Our job is to collect information and file it.”
“We’d come across stories about the etching in some field agent reports from the late eighties,” said Mary Fraser. “The agents were trying to keep track of Dr. Bull. While they were pretty sure his client was Saddam Hussein, they couldn’t pin it down.”
“There were all sorts of wild rumors,” said Delorme. “Makes for entertaining reading but not useful intelligence.”
“One rumor that kept coming up was that Bull had commissioned a drawing for the side of the Supergun,” said Fraser. “The Whore of Babylon. From the Book of Revelation.”
“Satan. Armageddon,” said Delorme.
“Pure Bull,” said Mary Fraser, shaking her head.
“Did you mean to say that?” Delorme turned to her. “Very clever.”
Lacoste, watching these two, thought the play on Dr. Bull’s name was more obvious than clever, but the CSIS agents seemed amused.
“What I meant was that Dr. Bull was famous for these grand gestures,” said Mary Fraser. “But they were always empty. The more extravagant the claim, the emptier the bubble.”
“And a Supergun etched with the Whore of Babylon was pure Bull,” said Delorme, sneaking a smile, still amused by the obvious, and now worn, joke.
“No one believed it?” asked Isabelle Lacoste. “It was a step too far. Just like the boy who was killed. Laurent Lepage. No one believed him either.”
“Obviously someone believed it,” said Mary Fraser. “They were both killed.”
* * *
Isabelle Lacoste walked over to Gabri’s B and B with the two CSIS agents, to make arrangements for them to stay there.
It would be crowded, but it would also be interesting. Throw the agents and the academic together, and see what happened.
Like Mary Fraser and Sean Delorme, she found it odd that Professor Rosenblatt should be so obsessed with a long-dead arms dealer. But she also found it odd that Mary Fraser claimed not to know the difference between Arabic and Hebrew, written on the etching.
And she found it even odder that Sean Delorme had made his way straight to Three Pines, when getting lost was almost a prerequisite for finding the place.
The Supergun was definitely strange, but it wasn’t the only strange thing going on.
CHAPTER 15“You’re back,” said Reine-Marie.
She turned from the computer to look at Armand and Henri, who were standing at the door into the study.
“Oui,” said Armand. “What’re you up to?”
“Research,” she said, getting up to greet them. “How bad is the play?”
He tossed it onto the table by the door. “As a play? It’s not bad at all. In fact, Antoinette was right. It’s brilliant.”
He looked like he’d just eaten something foul.
“I didn’t finish it, but I will later. Just needed a break. Drink?”
“Please,” she said, returning to the computer. He heard the printer working and glanced in on his way to the cleaning closet, where they hid their best brands from Ruth.
“Lysol or Mr. Clean?” he called.
“Actually, a Spic and Span sounds good. But a light one.”
He handed her a gin and tonic, with extra tonic and a wedge of lemon, and noticed she had the McGill site up and was reading.
Armand slipped a CD into the stereo and the unmistakable voice of Neil Young came out. Then he took his Scotch and a book over to an armchair.
He read the familiar first lines of the book and felt the calm come over him, like a comforter. He lost himself, even momentarily, in the familiar world of Scout and Jem and Boo Radley.
Reine-Marie found him half an hour later sitting by the window, his finger in the book, staring into their garden and listening to the music. Henri by his side.
“Happy?” she asked.
“Peaceful,” he said. “Find any interesting courses?”
“Pardon?”
He waved to the sheaf of printouts in her hand.
“You were looking on the McGill site. Are you also going to check out the Université de Montréal? They have some terrific courses. Will you audit classes, or go for a degree?”
“I wasn’t looking up courses, Armand. I was looking up Gerald Bull. For a man whose work was supposedly secret, there’s a surprising amount out there about him if you know the keywords, like Project Babylon. The public search engines like Google have a fair amount, all saying much the same thing. But it gets really interesting once you go into the private records.”