His cross-wired brain had lain dormant during his sabbatical, providing a welcome respite from premonitions, retrocognitions, mind-binding and the other extraordinary powers with which he had been endowed. But as he strode across the Great Court of the museum to mount the stairs to the first floor, the familiar ache between and above his eyes returned. It indicated that his presence was not casual and that AA had chosen the right man for the job. Stepping up the long flight and entering a room that might have interested anyone but him, he passed through oblivious to his surroundings and entered Room 41.
He was immediately struck by the airiness and lightness of the exhibition. The non-reflective glass cases allowed an immediacy, as though there was no obstacle between himself and the larg
