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mentally asked the opinion of Alice, the younggirl in the English countryside who decided out of summer boredom to follow a talking white rabbit down its hole to a world very different from her own. Finally Taylor said to the lawyer, “All right. I frankly don’t have a clue what to do but I’ll help you.”
    Reece smiled and leaned forward suddenly then stopped fast. There’s a code of chastity within law firms. Whatever liaisons occurred in hotel rooms or attorneys’ beds at home, when you were within the labyrinth of the office, cheeks were not kissed and lip never met lip. Even embracing was suspect. Reece’s concession to gratitude was taking Taylor’s hand in both of his. She smelled a mix of expensive aftershave and sweat in his wake as he sat back.
    “So, first of all,” she said, “what does it look like? The note.”
    “Nothing fancy. One piece of eight-and-a-half-by-eleven paper.” He showed her a binder containing a copy of it.
    She looked over the undistinguished document then asked, “Tell me what happened and when.”
    “The bank messengered the note to me at five in the afternoon on Saturday—they were closed on Sunday and since the trial started at nine on Monday I needed it early to make copies for pleadings. Well, I locked it in my file cabinet as soon as it came in. I made the copies about ten or eleven that night, put it back in the cabinet, locked it. I left at three on Sunday morning. I got some sleep, came back around nine-thirty. I noticed some scratch marks on the lock and opened it up. The note was gone. I spent the rest of Sunday looking for it. I appeared in court yesterday, got the continuance for a week from today and then came back here to find somebody to help me.”
    “Did you see anybody at the firm that night?”
    “Not after five or six. Not a soul. But I was at my desk practically the whole time.”
    “Well.” She sat back, reflecting. “You mentioned motive. Who has a motive to steal it? You said it was negotiable. Could somebody cash it in?”
    “No, nobody in the world’d take paper like that. Too bigand too easily traced. I’m sure it was just to delay the case—to give Lloyd Hanover a chance to hide his assets.” “Who knew you had it?”
    “The messenger didn’t know what was in the bag but it was an armed courier service so they’d know it was valuable. At the bank, as far as I know, the only one who knew I took delivery was the vice president who worked on the deal.” “Could he have been bribed by Hanover?” Reece said, “Anything’s possible, but he’s a career officer. Been with the bank for twenty years. I know him personally. He and his wife live in Locust Valley and they’ve got plenty of money on their own. Anyway, he’s the point man on the deal. If the bank doesn’t collect on this note, he’ll be fired.”
    “Who here knew you were working on the case?”
    Reece laughed. He slid a memo across to her.
    From: M. A. Reece

To: Attorneys of Hubbard, White & Willis

Re: Conflicts of Interest
    I am representing our client New Amsterdam Bank & Trust in a lawsuit against Hanover & Stiver, Inc. Please advise if you have ever represented Hanover & Stiver or have any other conflicts of interest involving these companies of which the firm should be aware
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    “This is the standard conflicts of interest memo. To let everybody know who we’re suing. If any lawyers here have ever represented Hanover we have to drop the case or do a Chinese wall to make sure there was no appearance that we were compromising either client.… So, in answer to your question,
everybody
here knew what I was doing. And by checking copies of my correspondence in the file room they could figure out when I’d be receiving the note.”
    Taylor prodded the conflicts memo with the fork of her fingers.
    “What do you know about the executives at Hanover?”
    “I’ve had murderers in the pro bono program who’re more upright than the CEO—Lloyd Hanover. He’s