'One of the best in the territory.' 'An Englishman,' added Lin. 'That wasn't necessary, Major. Any more than your slipping in the word Chinaman in reference to yourself. I'm not a racist. The world doesn't know it, but it hasn't time for that crap.' Havilland crossed to the desk; he placed the attach�ase on top, opened it and removed a thick manila envelope with black borders. 'You asked for the Treadstone file. Here it is. Needless to say, it cannot leave this room and when you're not reading it, lock it in the safe.' 'I want to start as soon as possible.' 'You think you'll find something there?' 'I don't know where else to look. Incidentally, I've moved to an office down the hall. The safe's in here.' 'Feel free to come and go,' said the diplomat. 'How much have you told the major?' 'Only what I was instructed to tell him.' McAllister looked at Lin Wenzu. 'He's complained frequently that he should be told more. Perhaps he's right.' 'I'm in no position to press my complaint, Edward.
