‘You know which part. I understand your reasons for taking my phone and all the rest, but just tell me about it before acting.’
‘I’m sorry. I won’t do that again next time.’
‘OK. So what should we focus on now?’ asked Mina.
‘Well, I think we should meet Dr Shobai as soon as possible.’
‘I want to meet him alone.’ she replied.
‘Mina, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Last time you met someone alone you almost ended up at the bottom of the sea.’
‘Wow, you’re paranoid Jack. You really need a reality check.’
‘I need a reality check?’ he said, raising his voice in frustration.
‘We’re talking about a really old man, a scholar, not a powerhungry billionaire or a military operative.’
‘All right, but I think you should surprise him at his office,’ said Jack.
‘I’d probably give him a heart attack barging in on him like that.’
‘His office is real, but there’s something weird about his foundation,
‘What do you mean?’ she asked impatiently.
‘I did a few background checks and it looks too clean.’
Mina was taken aback, but remained calm. ‘Jack, I know you’ve lived in a world of deceit and double agents and whatever else, but believe me, this is my world and whether the foundation has
‘Mina, let’s meet half way on this. You see him at his home and I’ll stay in the car. I’ll give you an earpiece, so that we can communicate.’
She thought about it for a minute, played with her food absent-mindedly and finally looked up at Jack, ‘Agreed.’
‘Good,’ he concluded, ‘this salmon is delicious; maybe you should try it rather than just torture it. Now, we need to discuss what you’ll talk about, but more importantly, what you’re going to omit.’
‘Now why would I do that?’
‘First, we don’t want him to get involved and second, you don’t really know him and I don’t trust him,’ Jack said.
‘Alright. So what should I omit?’
‘Don’t tell him about Cambridge or the guy who sent the parchment, this Hildersham dude.’
‘Why not?’ asked Mina.
‘Because we’re the only ones to know about this right now and no-one should know what we’re up to.’
‘Ok. What else?’
‘I’m really not sure you should talk about anything frankly. Personally I’d hear what he has to say. I wouldn’t volunteer anything.’
‘Oh that’s great. I can just imagine the conversation. “Hello Dr Shobai, how are you? Sorry I’m calling on you like this, uninvited. Why don’t you tell me everything you know about a tablet you seem to be terrified by. Why? Just ‘cause I’d love to know.” That’s great, Jack.’
‘Just don’t volunteer too much, that’s all. Don’t talk about Wheatley trying to kill you or your friend. Don’t mention him at all.’
‘When do you want to go?’
‘I thought we could go later in the afternoon, when he’s back from his daily walk. It seems that Dr Shobai is still quite fit for his advanced age.’
‘Is there anything you don’t know?’ she asked Jack, smiling.
‘A smile, at last. Praise the Lord!’
‘One last thing?’
‘Yes?’
‘I’m not going to barge in on him like that. I’m calling first to tell him I’m coming,’ said Mina.
‘I think it’s a mistake.’
‘It’s plain rude, Jack. Give me the number.’
‘Alright. Here’s it is.
She dialled the number under Jack’s irritated gaze. A young male voice answered, ‘Hello.
‘Hi. My name is Mina Osman. I’d like to see Dr Shobai today if possible.’
‘Let me see if he is available.’ She heard him flicking through a diary. ‘I’m sorry, Madam, he won’t be available until two weeks from now.’
‘Could you tell him I’m in London right now, and am staying over here only a short while?’
‘Yes of course. Shall I call you back on this number, madam?’
‘Yes please.’
The line went dead. Jack was observing her, with an ‘I told you so’ look written all over his face.
‘I’m sorry Jack, I had to do this,’ she said.
‘Now, you’re going to have to wait for the guy to call back, and maybe he won’t be free for days.’
She didn’t reply. They ordered coffee, and waited.
Half an hour later, the mobile phone rang. Mina picked it up.
‘Hello, Miss Osman?’
‘Yes, it’s me. Any luck?’
‘Yes. I spoke to Dr Shobai, and he managed to postpone a few meetings to be able to see you this afternoon.’
‘Fantastic.’
‘Could you come by at five o’clock?’
‘Yes of course. Thank you so much’, said Mina.
‘My pleasure. Goodbye.’
‘Goodbye,’ she replied ending the call. ‘See Jack? Feminine charm. Beats devious spy methods every time.’
Moshe Shobai had just returned to the Foundation, a reconditioned semi-detached house on Boundary Road in St. John’s Wood. Jack’s contact had said he wasn’t too surprised to find that the old Jewish scholar had opened shop in this part of town, as there was quite a large Jewish community in that neighbourhood.
Shobai was dressed as a typical scholar, with corduroy trousers, a tweed jacket and a turtleneck jumper. He was in his early seventies and he walked slightly bent, but one could still make out his former tall physique. He had short white hair and a trimmed beard; his hands were old and refined and he seemed to measure out every one of his movements. In a blue Ford Escort parked opposite Shobai’s house, Jack observed the old scholar entering the house, walking up the stairs to the first floor, turning on the light and sitting down in an armchair.
Jack turned to Mina fidgeting in the passenger seat, ‘It’s time, Mina. He’s alone. Here’s your earpiece. I’ll be right here in the car. If things go wrong, just cough twice.’
‘A good thing I don’t have a cold right now,’ she joked.
Jack smiled but didn’t laugh. She was nervous and he knew it.
‘Good luck Mina. Maybe he is just an old scholar after all.’
She walked up to Shobai’s front door and rang the bell. Jack watched him stand up from his armchair and call someone from the landing. Mina took a step back and waited for someone to open the door. A young man appeared.
‘Hello. You must be Miss Osman?’
‘Yes. Is Dr Shobai in?’
‘Of course. He’s waiting for you in the library area on the first floor. May I take your coat?’
‘Thank you.’
