John Wilkinson sat very, very still and thought of Shakespeare. The words "to be or not to be" and "but soft, what light through yonder window breaks?" And "once more unto the breach" all rebounded around his mind as he tried desperately to remember as many Shakespearean speaches as he could.
It wasn't that he was into Shakespeare particularly----he was a scientist, not a creative----but he remembered a scene from a spy film where the hero manages to keep himself calm and focused while baffling his enemies by reciting non-stop Shakespeare in his mind.
A spotlight glowed in the dark, surrounding him in a pool of white as if he were indeed a player upon a stage. If so, there was only one man visible in the auditorium. A man who called himself chambers.
'I wish you's stop all this muttering and just relax, Mr Wilkinson,' sighed chambers, from the dark side of the table. 'We're not going to torture you, for heaven's sake. All we want to know, perfectly reasonably, is why you were poking around in government folders, on a restricted access site.'
'I've told you already,' snapped uncle John. 'I'm researching my family tree! What's wrong with that? Everybody's doing it nowadays you can't turn on the tv or radio without somebody declaring they're related to Anne boyleyn!'
'Most people use the internet or parish census book,' observes chambers. 'Not restricted government records.'
'I know, I know . . . . It was . . . . Um . . . . Cheeky,' admitted uncle John. 'I have a certain level of access, as you know, and I just----well----tweaked it slightly to go a bit further. My family tree is more difficult than most obviously, given the disappearance of my grandfather----Eric wilkinson. I just wondered, as we're nearly twice past the thirty year rule, if anything about his whereabouts had been uncovered. Whether there were distant cousins in America or somewhere.'
'Or Russia, perhapse,' Said chambers.
'Possibly, possibly,' agreed uncle John. His lips went on moving. Chambers, who had lost his hearing for a while as a child, could read them. Romeo Romeo----wherefore art thou Romeo. He smiled to himself. He knew that spy film too.
He also knew John Wilkinson was lying.
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