“Would you tell me about your relationship with Ivan Konstantinovich Voronin?”“He’s a friend. I met him in Austria when I was skiing there in ...980. His daughter was in my beginner’s skiing class and she and I hit it off. I’ve been dating her off and on since 1981.”“Has he, or his daughter, or Colonel Anisimova, ever asked you for any classified information or tried to encourage you to spy for the Soviet Union?”“No. First of all, I don’t have access to any classified information, so that’s kind. Mari's eyes lit up."Miss Shelly!!!!"Shelly turned and saw the four children flying down the hall at her. She unconsciously took a step back into the room she shared with Lessa, bracing herself on the doorframe as they grabbed hold of her legs for dear life. Mari was looking up with wide, frightened eyes."We're scared, Miss Shelly! What's happening?!?!"Shelly could feel them shaking, and her hands went from one head to the other trying to calm them. She took a glance down the hall in direction. He unlocked the car, put her luggage in the boot and opened the passenger door for her. “I like your new car, Uncle Mike!” Said Sarah, and she slid into the big welcoming leather seat. Uncle Mike was looking at her tanned thigh exposed from her short skirt as she’d stepped up. “Oh, this old thing? Well, it does a job!” He walked round to the driver’s side and climbed in. They began the drive back through the Cotswold countryside. “Have you been away on holiday, Sarah?” Asked Uncle Mike, looking. But he could get 47 surplus Spencers, with ammunition, for the money he had. The Henry was a better rifle for his needs, but the added quantity of Spencers would justify them. The main difference between the two was that the Spencer's hammer had to be cocked as a separate operation by the shooter, while the Henry reloaded and cocked the hammer as a single operation. This meant that the Henry could be fired faster than the Spencer, but Cletus figured that he could forgo that luxury in exchange.