Seeing how agitated Dr. Natalia Long was, Pan Long thought he could try following her after work today, find out where she lived, and have a proper talk with her.
The idea sounded rather improper, but... it might work out well.
As he considered how to go about it, the door to the main Telegraph Hall opened again. A man in a top hat and trench coat walked in, his expression cold and stern.
The moment he entered, every staff member stood to salute him. He gave no sign of noticing them, carrying the phrase "seeing no one else" to its absolute extreme.
"Advisor Long, Detective Douglas, are you privately discussing how to deal with a Named One?" he said in a voice that sounded cold enough to chill the listener. "Recall Chapter Three, Article Forty-One, Clause One of the Suppression Bureau work manual, and tell me what punishment this calls for!"
Douglas and Long went pale at once. Both turned toward him, stood rigidly at attention, and answered in unison, "Suspension and a psychological evaluation to determine whether we've been influenced by the Mansus. If we have, we'll be transferred to the Seal division. If we haven't, we'll remain suspended for another month before returning to our posts."
The man nodded with a movement so slight it was almost invisible, but his stern expression did not change in the least.
"Good. It seems you haven't lost the bare minimum of Sanity. Report to the evaluation division yourselves in a moment."
With that, he turned to leave.
Seeing him about to go, Douglas could not help asking, "Director Wakefield..."
"Assistant Director Wakefield," the man corrected him at once. "The Suppression Bureau has only one director: the great Saint Isaac. He is the indisputable, unquestionable, absolute leader of our England and