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Suddenly
,
the
knocking
turned
to
a
forceful
banging
,
as
if
someone
were
hitting
the
door
with
a
metal
rod
.
The
young
man
switched
off
his
vacuum
cleaner
and
marched
angrily
toward
the
door
.
Unlatching
it
from
within
,
he
swung
it
open
.
Three
people
stood
in
the
entryway
.
Tourists
,
he
grumbled
.
«
We
open
at
nine
-
thirty
.
»
The
heavyset
man
,
apparently
the
leader
,
stepped
forward
using
metal
crutches
.
«
I
am
Sir
Leigh
Teabing
,
»
he
said
,
his
accent
a
highbrow
,
Saxonesque
British
.
«
As
you
are
no
doubt
aware
,
I
am
escorting
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Christopher
Wren
the
Fourth
.
»
He
stepped
aside
,
flourishing
his
arm
toward
the
attractive
couple
behind
them
.
The
woman
was
soft
-
featured
,
with
lush
burgundy
hair
.
The
man
was
tall
,
dark
-
haired
,
and
looked
vaguely
familiar
.
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The
altar
boy
had
no
idea
how
to
respond
.
Sir
Christopher
Wren
was
the
Temple
Church
’
s
most
famous
benefactor
.
He
had
made
possible
all
the
restorations
following
damage
caused
by
the
Great
Fire
.
He
had
also
been
dead
since
the
early
eighteenth
century
.
«
Um
…
an
honor
to
meet
you
?
»
The
man
on
crutches
frowned
.
«
Good
thing
you
’
re
not
in
sales
,
young
man
,
you
’
re
not
very
convincing
.
Where
is
Father
Knowles
?
»
«
It
’
s
Saturday
.
He
’
s
not
due
in
until
later
.
»
The
crippled
man
’
s
scowl
deepened
.
«
There
’
s
gratitude
.
He
assured
us
he
would
be
here
,
but
it
looks
like
we
’
ll
do
it
without
him
.
It
won
’
t
take
long
.
»
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The
altar
boy
remained
blocking
the
doorway
.
«
I
’
m
sorry
,
what
won
’
t
take
long
?
»
The
visitor
’
s
eyes
sharpened
now
,
and
he
leaned
forward
whispering
as
if
to
save
everyone
some
embarrassment
.
«
Young
man
,
apparently
you
are
new
here
.
Every
year
Sir
Christopher
Wren
’
s
descendants
bring
a
pinch
of
the
old
man
’
s
ashes
to
scatter
in
the
Temple
sanctuary
.
It
is
part
of
his
last
will
and
testament
.
Nobody
is
particularly
happy
about
making
the
trip
,
but
what
can
we
do
?
»
The
altar
boy
had
been
here
a
couple
of
years
but
had
never
heard
of
this
custom
.
«
It
would
be
better
if
you
waited
until
nine
-
thirty
.
The
church
isn
’
t
open
yet
,
and
I
’
m
not
finished
hoovering
.
»