Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

looking at me over the rim of her cup. “What did you find, Eleanor?”

I laid the microfilm printout on the table beside her plate of toast.

“The original microfilm from the registry,” I said. “The transfers did not go through any domestic accounts.”

Martha picked up the page, her eyes scanning the details of the three foreign deposits.

“This means he did continue reading …