I countered, hastily closing the door behind me. “What are you doing here?” A woman who was an accomplished assassin and operative for the mysterious Golden Lodge did not do many things by happenstance, and certainly not at the Swiss embassy during private meetings between the English and the Japanese. This encounter might well be one that was as much a product of manipulation as the attack on the cab had been. “My brother works at the English embassy in Switzerland,” she said primly. “So you claimed. Among other things,” I reminded her as I made my wary way toward her. The last time I had seen her, we had been in France, making a harrowing escape from members of the Brotherhood, a vast, occult organization dedicated to the ruin of Europe. “Some of them were not true.” If she was aware of my sarcasm she made no indication of it, but stared directly at me. “You have been in trouble again, haven’t you?”
