Bertie Wooster had gone up to alert Kato Sugihara and Karen. Then the
door of one of the elevators opened and Adam Lowiewski emerged, with
Kato behind him, apparently lost in a bulky scientific journal he was
reading. The Greek moved in from one side, and MacLeod stepped in front
of the Pole.
"Hi, Adam," he greeted. "Have you looked into that batch of data yet?"
"Oh, yes. Yes." Lowiewski seemed barely able to keep his impatience
within the bounds of politeness. "Of course, it's out of my line, but
the mathematics seems sound." He started to move away.
"You're not going anywhere," MacLeod told him. "The chess game is over.
The red pawns are taken--the one at Oppenheimer Village, and the one
here."
There was a split second in which Lowiewski struggled--almost
successfully--to erase the consternation from his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he began. His right hand
started to slide under his left coat lapel.
MacLeod's Colt was covering him before he could complete the movement.
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