“They have to arrive by tomorrow at the latest.” “Yes, sir. Will that be all?” “No. Find me a set of replacements.” “For these books?” “Yes. First editions. Get Olivia on it.” “What books are these?” “Tess of the d’Urbervilles.” “Yes, sir.” She gives me a rare smile and leaves my office. Why is she smiling? She never smiles. Dismissing the thought, I wonder if that will be the last I see of the books, and I have to acknowledge that deep down I hope not.