Nussbaum snorted and reached for his papers. "This is about steaks and metals. This isn't about the future, it's about today, now. That's what's on the table. You can sign it, or you can walk away." Pondicherry blew air out his nose like a crazy horse, and signed. "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the WC again." He rose and left the room, purple from the collar up. "What a maroon," Nussbaum said to the closed door. "This's gotta be a real blast for you, huh?" he said. I grinned. "It's not so bad. I liked watchin' you hogtie him." He laughed. "I never would've tried that on your father, kid. He was too sharp. But fatso there, he's terrified the Chinaman will give the Middle Kingdom an edge when it faces down his Royal Navy. All it takes is the slightest hint, and he folds like a cheap suit." That made me chuckle -- a cheap suit! I gave him my best innocent look. "Who else knows about the Frenchman?" I asked him. Nussbaum grinned like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I realised about halfway through that conversation that being Lester's boy, you've probably read just about every word old Jules 'wrote.'" "I have," I said. I took out "War of the Worlds." "How does Mr Wells feel about this?" I asked. "I imagine he's pretty mystified," Nussbaum said. "Would you believe, you're the first one who's caught on?" I believed it. I knew enough to know that the agencies that policed the protocols had their hands full keeping track of art and gold smugglers. I'd never even thought of smuggling _words_. If the trade courts found out. . . Well, hardly a week went by that someone didn't propose shutting down the ambassadorships; they'd talk about how the future kept on leaking pastwards, and if we thought 1975 looked bad, imagine life in 1492 once the future reached it! The ambassadors had made a lot of friends in high places, though: they used their influence to keep things on an even keel. Nussbaum raised an eyebrow and studied me. "I think your father may've figured it out, but he kept it to himself. He and Jules got along like a house on fire." I kept the innocent look on my face. "Well, then," I said. "If Pa didn't say anything, you'd think that I wouldn't either, right?" Nussbaum sighed and gave me a sheepish look. "I'd _like_ to think so," he said. I turned the book over in my hands, keeping my gaze locked with his. I was about to tell him that I'd keep it to myself, but at the last minute, some instinct told me to keep my mouth shut. Nussbaum shrugged as though to say, _I give up_. "Hey, you're headed home today, right?" he said, carefully. "Yes, sir." "I've got a message that you could maybe relay for me, you think?" "I guess so. . ." I said, doubtfully. "I'll make it worth your while. It's got to go to a friend of mine in Frisco. There's no hurry -- just make sure he gets it in the next ten years or so. Once you deliver it, he'll take care of you -- you'll be set for life." "Gosh," I said, deadpan.