As one approached it across the square, one saw the aged Church of San Moise on the left and to the right a narrow canal with a stone bridge rising over it, always dense with foot traffic. This early morning, Tim Jordan, after picking up a weary Professor MacDonald at Luigi’s cramped apartment, came to the corner of the square cautiously. The distance he and the professor had covered from the point where Luigi had let them off had been relatively short, but at this time there would be more people in the square and possibly police. Now that the new poster had been issued, with its $150,000 reward for MacDonald, Jordan knew the chance that his charge would escape recognition was minimal. They were truly living on borrowed time, and detection of MacDonald seemed inevitable. An escape had to be achieved almost at once, or MacDonald would be lost to the enemy forever. At the Campo San Moise, Jordan had stopped, held the professor back momentarily as he scanned the area ahead. There was a hawker, at his portable stand, selling picture postcards of Venice.
