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〃Furthermore； you've been doing outside work on Museum time； assisting this FBI agent。 Again； a clear violation of the rules。〃
Nora knew it would be futile to remind Brisbane that he himself； however grudgingly； had authorized the work。
〃Finally； it's a violation of Museum rules to have contact with the press； without clearing it through our public relations office first。 There are good reasons for all these rules； Dr。 Kelly。 These are not mere bureaucratic regulations。 They relate to the Museum's security； to the integrity of its collections and archives； and especially its reputation。 Do you understand me？〃
Nora looked at Brisbane； but could find no words。
〃Your conduct has caused a great deal of anxiety here。〃
〃Look；〃 she said。 〃If you're going to fire me； get it over with。〃
Brisbane looked at her at last； his pink face forming an expression of mock surprise。 〃Who said anything about firing？ Not only will we not fire you； but you are forbidden to resign。〃
Nora looked at him in surprise。
〃Dr。 Kelly； you will remain with the Museum。 After all； you're the hero of the hour。 Dr。 Collopy and I are united on this。 We wouldn't dream of letting you go…not after that self…serving； self…aggrandizing newspaper piece。 You're bulletproof。 For now。〃
Nora listened； her surprise slowly turning to anger。
Brisbane patted the bow tie； examined himself one last time in the mirror； and turned。 〃All your privileges are suspended。 No access to the central collections or the Archives。〃
〃Am I allowed to use the girls' room？〃
〃No contact with anyone on the outside involving Museum business。 And especially no contact with that FBI agent or that journalist； Smithback。〃
No need to worry about Smithback； Nora thought； furious now。
〃We know all about Smithback。 There's a file on him downstairs that's a foot thick。 As you probably know； he wrote a book about the Museum a few years back。 That was before my time and I haven't read it； but I've heard it wasn't exactly Nobel Prize material。 He's been persona non grata around here ever since。〃
He looked at her directly； his eyes cold and unwavering。 〃In the meantime； it's business as usual。 Going to the new Primate Hall opening tonight？〃
〃I wasn't planning to。〃
〃Start planning。 After all； you're our employee of the week。 People are going to want to see you up and about； looking chipper。 In fact； the Museum will be issuing a press release about our own heroic Dr。 Kelly； pointing out in the process how civic…minded the Museum is； how we have a long history of doing pro bono work for the city。 Of course； you will deflect any further questions about this business by saying that all your work is pletely confidential。〃 Brisbane lifted the jacket from the chair and daintily shrugged himself into it； flicking a stray thread from his shoulders； touching his perfect hair。 〃I'm sure you can find a halfway decent dress among your things。 Just be glad it isn't one of the fancy…dress balls the Museum's so fond of these days。〃
〃What if I say no？ What if I don't get with your little program？〃
Brisbane shot his cuffs and turned to her again。 Then his eyes flicked to the door； and Nora's gaze followed。
Standing in the doorway； hands folded before him； was Dr。 Collopy himself。 The director cut a fearsome； almost sinister figure as he silently walked the halls of the Museum； his thin frame dressed in formal severity； his profile that of an Anglican deacon's； his posture rigid and forbidding。 Collopy； who came from a long background of gentleman scientists and inventors； had an enigmatic demeanor and a quiet voice that never seemed to be raised。 To top it off； the man owned a brownstone on West End Avenue in which he lived with a gorgeous new wife； forty years his junior。 Their relationship was the subject of endless ment and obscene speculation。
But today； Director Collopy was almost smiling。 He took a step forward。 The angular lines of his pale face looked much softer than usual； even animated。 He actually took her hand between his own dry palms； eyes looking closely into hers； and Nora felt a faint and wholly unexpected tingle。 She abruptly saw what that young wife must also have seen…a very vital man was hidden behind that normally impenetrable facade。 Now； Collopy did smile…and when he did so； it was as if a heat lamp was switched on。 Nora felt bathed in a radiance of charm and vigor。
〃I know your work； Nora； and I've been following it with tremendous interest。 To think that the great ruins of Chaco Canyon might have been influenced； if not built； by the Aztecs…it's important； even groundbreaking stuff。〃
〃Then…〃
He silenced her with a faint pressure to her hand。 〃I wasn't aware of the cuts in your department； Nora。 We've all had to tighten our belts； but perhaps we've done so a little too indiscriminately。〃
Nora couldn't help glancing at Brisbane； but his face had shut down pletely： it was unreadable。
〃Fortunately； we are in a position to restore your funding； and on top of that give you the eighteen thousand you need for those critical carbon…14 dates。 I myself have a personal interest in the subject。 I'll never forget； as a boy； visiting those magnificent Chacoan ruins with Dr。 Morris himself。〃
〃Thank you； but…〃
Again； the faint squeeze。 〃Please don't thank me。 Mr。 Brisbane was kind enough to bring this situation to my attention。 The work you are doing here is important； it will bring credit to the Museum； and I personally would like to do anything I can to support it。 If you need anything else； call me。 Call me。〃
He released her hand ever so gently and turned to Brisbane。 〃I must be off to prepare my little speech。 Thank you。〃
And he was gone。
She looked at Brisbane； but the face was still an opaque mask。 〃Now you know what will happen if you do get with the program；〃 he said。 〃I'd rather not go into what will happen if you don't。〃
Brisbane turned back to the mirror； gave himself one last look。
〃See you tonight； Dr。 Kelly；〃 he said mildly。
TWELVE
O'SHAUGHNESSY FOLLOWED PENDERGAST up the red…carpeted steps toward the Museum's great bronze doors； convinced that every eye in the place was on him。 He felt like a jerk in his policeman's uniform。 He let his hand drop idly to the butt of his gun； and felt gratified as a nearby tuxedoed man gave him a decidedly nervous glance。 He further consoled himself with the thought that he was getting time and a half for this dog…and…pony show…and time and a half from Captain Custer was nothing to sneeze at。
Cars were lining up along Museum Drive； disgorging beautiful and not…so…beautiful people。 Velvet ropes held back a small； disconsolate…looking group of photographers and journalists。 The flashes of the photographers' cameras were few and far between。 A van with the logo of a local television station was already packing up and leaving。
〃This opening for the new Primate Hall is rather smaller than others I've attended；〃 said Pendergast as he glanced around。 〃Party fatigue； I expect。 The Museum's been having so many these days。〃
〃Primates？ All these people are interested in monkeys？〃
〃I expect most of them are here to observe the primates outside the exhibition cases。〃