When we get to thebottom of the stairs, Hobbes is waiting for us and Henry's manning thefront door. Someone must have been listening and gave him a he...ds up.This place is security to the max. Bet the only place not monitored ishis office ... and the top floor of the Security Center."Ahh, Ms. Conner, all packed I see." Yes, Sir. I appreciate you letting me visit this weekend. It was a lotof fun but I've got to get home and get to work." We enjoyed having you here. Perhaps you could come again. "It's this way. You know how I complain about my husband Charles being gone so much?" Yes." Well, this weekend, he was home, and we had a long talk about that." She paused for a long moment, then added " ... and other things." Troubles?" I asked nervously."Actually, no," she smiled. "But a few surprises." Such as?" Uh..." She stammered. "First of all, he's going to be traveling less." You've wanted that," I said blandly, realizing that it could cut down on the time she could spend with me. I. I held you close, wrapping my arm round your shoulder.We looked out the large windows and up towards the mountain. The gears kicked in and the cable car began its slow clime up to the summit. I glanced back towards the operator. He smiled and waved. His face became more and more distant, as the car climbed higher up the cables. Before long the Depot became just a small, red dot behind us. You turned to look at me. "So why were you paying that man? We had already payed at the entrance?"I glanced. It worried me now that I had told her my big secret desire because she tried to help me once about finding an artist. This was something the office would have used against me, as proof that I was vain, I could see that. All I could do was hope that she wouldn't use her knowledge against me.As it happened, four of the traders were put on a month's notice that evening and fortune had favoured me yet again. I watched the other's stop by the 'Hit-List' that went up on the notice board at finishing.