“Not ‘How?’ but ‘Who?’ “
“You think that a human agency arranged that entire chain of events, up through the recovery of the Jewel?”
“I don’t know about that. What’s human? But I do think that someone we both know has returned and is behind it all.”
“All right. Who?”
I showed him the Trump that I held.
“Dad? That is ridiculous? He must be dead. It’s been so long.”
“You know he could have engineered it. He’s that devious. We never understood all of his powers.”
Benedict rose to his feet. He stretched. He shook his head.
“I think you have been out in the cold too long, Corwin. Let’s go home now.”
“Without testing my guess? Come on! That is hardly sporting. Sit down and give me a minute. Let’s try his Trump.”
“He would have contacted someone by now.”
“I don’t think so. In fact-Come on. Humor me. What have we got to lose?”
“All right. Why not?”
He sat down beside me. I held the Trump where both of us could make it out. We stared at it. I relaxed my mind, I reached for contact. It came almost immediately.
He was smiling as he regarded as.
“Good evening. That was a fine piece of work,” Ganeton said. “I am pleased that you brought back my trinket. I’ll be needing it soon.”