Tokyo

Kameda stared down at the piece of paper lying on the table. He sat very still and made no attempt to examine it. Mac, with well-honed instincts, sensed fear, but could not imagine why. Yet the impression was so strong he felt that he could actually smell Kameda's terror.

Kameda remained motionless, hardly breathing. Two or three minters passed in complete silence. Finally he exhaled.

"Domo sumimasen, I am sorry. What is this paper?"

"Don't you recognize it? Your seal is on it."

Mac indicated the inch.