|Evidently a SPY !|
Since the picture still showed all the important players I was not too disconcerted about it. Until today.
The International Sleuth Union was updating their member catalog and had asked me to provide a new picture for that catalog (apparently some of my clients had complained that my pictorial representation in the old catalog no longer matched my current appearance). So I complied by having my portrait taken, and while waiting for the photographer to develop the film I was secretly praying that the pictures would not show what some of those clients had complained about. As soon as the prints had been delivered, I therefore tore the envelope open with feverish anticipation. But nothing in my long experience could have prepared me for what I saw next:
|Does the woman in orange look familiar?|
I was being followed. And I had failed to notice it !
But it got worse. On my walk through London, the feeling of being followed persisted. I had my portable camera with me and at several times I took a camera shot over my shoulder.
|Easy-Orange Coach Lines|
You can not imagine how relieved I was to realize that my imagined ferocious foe was indeed my friend Yiman, who I encountered first many years ago in the far western regions of Canada.