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There was nothing to distinguish the rack of postal boxes, which stood in front of 64 Torbolton, except one of them: 1B had a broken lock. The heavy metal door swung open easily. Inside was a plain white envelope, bulky with its contents. Following Boisvert’s instructions, Grant grasped it carefully by one corner, slipped it into a plastic bag and hurried away, casting nervous glances at the building nearby.

To Grant and Carol, the drive from the Torbolton Street mailbox to the RCMP crime lab near the prime minister’s residence in Rockcliffe Park Village seemed interminable.

“It must be a cassette in the envelope,” begged Carol, “why can’t we play it now on the car’s stereo?”

But Boisvert was adamant. “We can’t risk the chance of putting even the slightest scratch on the tape. Right now this is the most important piece of evidence we have; erase some of it, or damage it in any way, Madame, and we will all very much regret it. Besides which, it must be fingerprinted.”

The rest of the trip passed in silence. Boisvert sat rigid in the front seat, ignoring Grant’s presence.