Dobbs: Excuse me for being nervous, but I’ve looked forward to this moment for a long time. My father has told me a lot about you.
Aleister Crowley: I understand. I cast a long shadow before me.
Dobbs: I was wondering what you will do when war breaks out.
Crowley: Like your father, I will work for the British secret services. That’s no mystery.
Dobbs: Another question I have–what do you think the Egyptian pyramids are telling us?
Crowley: Too much for a young man like yourself to know, yet.
Bob glanced at Renè, who only smiled, and returned his sight quickly to Crowley. Behind Crowley’s head in the mirror on the dining-room wall, Bob saw a white room with rows of women working at typewriters that had small glowing screens attached to them. Above the screens were the words, HADRON INC. Are those ancient Egyptians?
