Edward had been barking in the kitchen all this time, but now he began to bark even more loudly. Somebody must have knocked. Macon rose and went to the front door, where he found Julian. ‘Oh. It’s you,’ Macon said. ‘Thought I’d bring you the information for Paris,’ Julian said. Macon led the way to the living room. ‘Just a few details to get right on the Canada guide,’ he said, ‘and then . . .’ Julian didn’t seem to be listening. He sat down on the plastic-covered couch, and put his papers on the floor.