With a slow, deliberate motion Chief Inspector Southerland reached down the side of his leg. Danger had never been so close. Its focus moved about twenty feet in front of him, combing the crowd with urgent eyes. With one quick movement Southerland undid the strap around the inside of his leg, grasped the hard metalic objects and slid them quickly into his rucksack. They fell with a metalic chime. Hell, he was glad that he had finished changing after that last Morris Session when he had spotted his young constable, He prefered his private obsession to stay private.