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ng I've had was in the Green Machine； the Corps； They don't teach you to arrest people Christ's sake； I didn't want to kill anybody； I just didn't have a hell of a choice in the matter。〃 Ryan paused for a moment。
〃Why didn't he quit； run away； something！ He saw I had him。 He must have known I had him cold。〃 Ryan slumped back into the pillow。 Having to articulate what had happened brought it back all too vividly。 A man is dead because of you。 Jack。 All the way dead。 He had his instincts； too； didn't he？ But yours worked better so why doesn't that make you feel good？
〃Doctor Ryan；〃 Owens said calmly； 〃we three have personally interviewed six people； all of whom had a clear view of the incident。 From what they have told us； you have related the circumstances to us with remarkable clarity。 Given the facts of the matter； I we do not see that you had any choice at all。 It is as certain as such things can possibly be that you did precisely the right thing。 And your second shot did not matter； if that is troubling you。 Your first went straight through his heart。〃
Jack nodded。 〃Yeah； I could see that。 The second shot was pletely automatic； like my hand did it without being told。 The gun came back down and zap！ No thought at all 。 。 。 funny how your brain works。 It's like one part does the doing and another part does the watching and advising。 The 'watching' part saw the first round go right through his ten…ring； but the 'doing' part kept going till he went down。 I might have tried to squeeze off another round for all I know； but the gun was empty。〃
〃The Marines taught you to shoot very well indeed；〃 Taylor observed。
Ryan shook his head。 〃Dad taught me when I was a kid。 The Corps doesn't make a big deal about pistols anymore they're just for show。 If the bad guys get that close； it's time to leave。 I carried a rifle。 Anyway； the guy was only fifteen feet away。〃 Owens made some more notes。
〃The car took off a few seconds later。 I didn't get much of a look at the driver。 It could have been a man or a woman。 He or she was white； that's all I can say。 The car went whippin' up the street and turned； last I saw of it。〃
〃It was one of our London taxis did you notice that？〃 Taylor asked。
Ryan blinked。 〃Oh； you're right。 I didn't really think about that that's dumb！ Hell； you have a million of the damned things around。 No wonder they used one of those。〃
〃Eight thousand six hundred seventy…nine； to be exact；〃 Owens said。 〃Five thousand nine hundred nineteen of which are painted black。〃
A light went off in Ryan's head。 〃Tell me； was this an assassination attempt or were they trying to kidnap them？〃
〃We're not sure about that。 You might be interested to know that Sinn Fein； the political wing of the PIRA； released a statement pletely disowning the incident。〃
〃You believe that？〃 Ryan asked。 With pain medications still coursing through his system； he didn't quite notice how skillfully Taylor had parried his question。
〃Yes； we are leaning in that direction。 Even the Proves aren't this crazy； you know。 Something like this has far too high a political price。 They learned that much from killing Lord Mountbatten wasn't even the PIRA who did that； but the INLA； the Irish National Liberation Army。 Regardless； it cost them a lot of money from their American sympathizers；〃 Taylor said。
〃I see from the papers that your fellow citizens 〃
〃Subjects；〃 Ashley corrected。
〃Whatever； your people are pretty worked up about this。〃
〃Indeed they are； Doctor Ryan。 It is rather remarkable how terrorists can always seem to find a way to shock us； no matter what horrors have gone before；〃 Owens noted。 His voice was wholly professional； but Ryan sensed that the chief of Anti…Terrorist Branch was willing to rip the head right off the surviving terrorist with his bare hands。 They looked strong enough to do just that。 〃So what happened next？〃
〃I made sure the guy I shot the second one was dead。 Then I checked the car。 The driver well； you know about that； and the security officer。 One of your people； Mr。 Owens？〃
〃Charlie was a friend of mine。 He's been with the Royal Family's security detail for three years now 。 。 。 〃 Owens spoke almost as though the man were still alive； and Ryan wondered if they had ever worked together。 Police make especially close friendships； he knew。
〃Well； you guys know the rest。 I hope somebody gives that redcoat a pat on the head。 Thank God he took the time to think it all out at least long enough for your guy to show up and calm him down。 Would have been embarrassing for everybody if he'd stuck that bayonet out my back。〃
Owens grunted agreement。 〃Indeed it would。〃
〃Was that rifle loaded？〃 Ryan asked。
〃If it was；〃 Ashley replied； 〃why didn't he shoot？〃
〃A crowded street isn't the best place to use a high…powered rifle； even if you're sure of your target；〃 Ryan answered。 〃It was loaded； wasn't it？〃
〃We cannot discuss security matters；〃 Owens said。
I knew it was loaded； Ryan told himself。 〃Where the hell did he e from； anyway？ The Palace is a good ways off。〃
〃Clarence House the white building adjoining St。 James's Palace。 The terrorists picked a bad time or perhaps a bad place for their attack。 There is a guard post at the southwest corner of the building。 The guard changes every two hours。 When the attack took place； the change was just under way。 That meant that four soldiers were there at the time； not just one。 The police on duty at the Palace heard the explosion and automatic fire。 The Sergeant in charge ran to the gate to see what was going on and yelled for a guardsman to follow。〃
〃He's the one who sounded the alarm； right？ That's how the rest of them arrived so fast？〃
〃Charlie Winston；〃 Owens said。 〃The Rolls has an electronic attack alarm you don't need to tell anyone that。 That alerted headquarters。 Sergeant Price acted entirely on his own initiative。 Unfortunately for him； the guardsman was a hurdler the lad runs track and field and vaulted the barriers there。 Price tried to do it also； but he fell down and broke his nose。 He had a devil of a time catching up； plus sending out his own alarm on his portable radio。〃
〃Well； I'm glad he caught up when he did。 That trooper scared the hell out of me。 I hope your Sergeant gets a pat on the head； too。〃
〃The Queen's Police Medal for starters； and the thanks of Her Majesty；〃 Ashley said。 〃One thing that has confused us。 Doctor Ryan。 You left the military with a physical disability； yet you evidenced none of this yesterday。〃
〃You know that after I left the Corps； I went into the brokerage business。 I made something of a name for myself； and Cathy's father came down to talk to me。 That's when I met Cathy。 I passed on the invitation to move to New York； but Cathy and I hit it right off。 One thing led to another； and pretty soon we were engaged。 I wore a back brace then； because every so often my back would go bad on me。 Well； it happened again right after we got engaged； and Cathy took me into Johns Hopkins to have one of her teachers check me out。 One was Stanley Rabinowisz； professor of neurosurgery there。 He ran me through three days of tests and said he could fix me good as new。
〃It turned out that the docs at Bethesda had goofed my myelogram。 No reflection on them； they were sharp young docs； but Stan's about the best there is。 Good as his word； too。 He opened me up that Friday； and two months later I was almost as good as new；〃 Ryan said。 〃Anyway； that's the story of Ryan's back。 I just happened to fall in love with a pretty girl who was studying to be a surgeon。〃
〃Your wife is certainly a most versatile and petent woman；〃 Owens agreed。
〃And you found her pushy；〃 Ryan observed。
〃No； Doctor Ryan。 People under stress are never at their best。 Your wife also examined Their Royal Highnesses on the scene； and that was most useful to us。 She refused to leave your side until you were under petent medical care； one can hardly fault her for that。 She did find our identification procedures a touch longwinded； I think； and she was quite naturally anxious about you。 We might have moved things along more quickly 〃