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seen. We were considering sending down a woman. She might be able to slip in as a cleaner or a kitchen helper. But then I had a better idea.
    'A few months ago, one of these computer magazines ran a competition.'Be the first boy or girl to use the Stormbreaker Travel to Port Tallon and meet Herod Sayle himself 'That was the first prize-and it was won by some young chap who's apparently a bit of a whiz kid when it comes to computers. Name of Felix Lester.
    Fourteen years old. The same age as yourself. He looks a bit like you too. He's expected down at Port Tallon two weeks from now."
    “Wait a minute-”
    “You've already shown yourself to be extraordinarily brave and resourceful,” Blunt said. “First at the junkyard ... that was a karate kick, wasn't it? How long have you been learning karate?” Alex didn't answer so Blunt went on. 'And then there was that little test we arranged for you at the bank. Any boy who would climb out of a fifteenthfloor window just to satisfy his own curiosity has to be rather special, and it seems to me that you are very special indeed."
    “What we're suggesting is that you come and work for us,” Mrs. Jones said. “We have enough time to give you some basic training-not that you'll probably need it-and we can equip you with a few items that may help you with what we have in mind. Then we'll arrange for you to take the place of this other boy. We'll pack him off to Florida or somewhere ... give him a holiday as a consolation prize. You'll go to Sayle Enterprises on March twenty-ninth. That's when the Lester boy is expected. You'll stay there until April first, which is the day of the ceremony. The timing couldn't be better. You'll be able to meet Herod Sayle, keep an eye on him, tell us what you think. Perhaps you'll also find out what it was that your uncle discovered and why he had to die for it. You shouldn't be in any danger. After all, who would suspect a fourteen - yearold boy of being a spy?”
    “All we're asking you to do is to report back to us,” Blunt said. “April first is just three weeks from now. That's all we're asking. Three weeks of your time. A chance to make sure these computers are everything they're cracked up to be. A chance to serve your country.”
    Blunt had finished his lunch. His plate was completely clean, as if there had never been any food on it at all. He put down his knife and fork, laying them precisely side by side. “All right, Alex,” he said. “So what do you say?”
    There was a long pause.
    Alex put down his own knife and fork. He hadn't eaten anything. Blunt was watching him with polite interest. Mrs. Jones was unwrapping yet another peppermint, her black eyes seemingly fixed on the twist of paper in her hands.
    “No,” Alex said.
    “I'm sorry?”
    “It's a dumb idea. I don't want to be a spy. I want to play soccer. Anyway, I have a life of my own.” He found it difficult to choose the right words. The whole thing was so preposterous he almost wanted to laugh. “Why don't you ask this Felix Lester to snoop around for you?”
    “We don't believe he'd be as resourceful as you,” Blunt said.
    “He's probably better at computer games.” Alex shook his head. “I'm sorry. I'm just not interested. I don't want to get involved.”
    “That's a pity,” Blunt said. His tone of voice hadn't changed, but there was a heavy, dead quality to the words. And there was something different about him. Throughout the meal he had been polite-not friendly but at least human. In an instant that had disappeared. Alex thought of a toilet chain being pulled. The human part of him had just been flushed away.
    “We'd better move on then to discuss your future,” he continued. “Like it or not, Alex, the Royal and General is now your legal guardian.”
    “I thought you said the Royal and General didn't exist.”
    Blunt ignored him. “Ian Rider has, of course, left the house and all his money to you. However, he left it in trust until you are twenty-one.