Make up your own sentences using the above English words and phrases.

1. Why does the firm seem a dangerous place to work?

2. Why does Wayne Tarrance want to contact Mitch McDeere?

3. What does Wayne Tarrance mean saying: Money doesn't grow on trees?

4. Who does Mitch McDeere inform about Tarrance`s visit and why?

5. How does Locke explain the FBI’ interest to the firm?

6. In the opinion of the firm, why has the FBI agent chosen Mitch McDeere as a new spy?

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On the first Monday in August a general meeting was called in the main library on the first floor.Every member was there. The mood was quiet and sad. Beth Kozinski and Laura Hodge werepolitely brought in by Oliver Lambert. They were seated at the front of the room. In front of them, on the wall, were pictures of their husbands.

Oliver Lambert stood with his back to the wall and gave a speech. He almost whispered at first,but the power of his voice made every sound clear throughout the room. He looked at the two widowsand told of the deep sadness the firm felt, and how they would always be taken care of as long as therewas a firm. He talked of Marty and Joe, of their first few years with the firm, of their importance to the firm.He spoke of their love for their families.

The widows held hands and cried softly. Kozinski's and Hodge's closest friends, like Lamar Quinand Doug Turney, were wiping their eyes.

After the speech Mitch went over to look at the pictures. There were three other pictures on thewall as well. One was of a woman; underneath the picture were the words 'Alice Knauss, 1948-1977'. Hehad heard about her: the only woman ever to become a member of the firm, she was killed in a car crashjust three years after joining. The other two pictures were of Robert Lamm and John Mickel. He askedAvery about them. Lamm was out hunting in Arkansas one day in 1970 and didn't return. He wasfound eventually with a bullet in his head. Everyone supposed it was a hunting accident. Mickel shothimself in 1984. Five dead lawyers in fifteen years. It was a dangerous place to work.

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Mitch was always the first to arrive at the office and often the last to leave as well. The partnerswere delighted with his progress and rewarded him with extra money. Abby got a job as a teacher at alocal school, so that she wasn't just sitting around the house, bored. Mitch's ability to work long hours wasalready a legend, but she didn't want to be married to a legend; she wanted a flesh-and-blood personnext to her.

Recently Mitch had started having his lunch sometimes in a small cafe about half a mile from theBendini Building. It was a dark hole in the wall with few customers and bad food. He liked it because noone else from the firm went there, so he could sit quietly and read legal documents while he ate. Hecould always bill the client for his time.

One day while he was there a stranger approached his table and stood next to it. Mitch put down hisdocument. 'Can I help you?' he asked.

The stranger said, 'You're McDeere, aren't you?'

Mitch studied him. Judging by his accent, he was from New York. He was about forty, with short hair,and was wearing a cheap suit.

'Yeah,' he said. 'Who are you?'

In reply the man pulled a badge out of his pocket. 'Wayne Tarrance, FBI.' He waited for a reaction.

'Sit down,' Mitch said.

'Thanks.' After he sat down, Tarrance said, 'I heard you were the new man at Bendini, Lambert &Locke.'

'Why would that interest the FBI?'

'We watch that firm quite closely.'

'Why?'

'I can't tell you at the moment. We have our reasons, but I didn't come here to talk about them. Icame here to meet you, and to warn you about the firm.'

'I'm listening,' Mitch said.

'Three things. First, don't trust anyone. Second, every word you say, at home or in the office, isprobably being recorded.'

Mitch watched and listened carefully; Tarrance was enjoying this. 'And the third thing?' he asked.

'Money doesn't grow on trees.'

'What do you mean by that?'

'I can't say more at the moment. I think you and I will become very close. I want you to trust me, and Iknow I'll have to earn your trust. So I don't want to move too fast. We can't meet at your office or at myoffice, and we can't talk on the phone. So from time to time I'll come and find you. For now, justremember those three things, and be careful. Here's my home phone number. You won't want to callme yet, but you'll need it sometime. But call me only from a pay phone. If I'm not in, leave a message on the machine.'

Mitch put it in his shirt pocket.

'There's one other thing,' Tarrance said as he stood up. 'You had better know that Hodge's andKozinski's deaths weren't accidental.' He looked down at Mitch with both hands in his pockets, smiled,and left before Mitch could ask any more questions.

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The next day Mitch had an opportunity to go and see Lamar. He walked into his office andclosed the door. 'We need to talk,' he said. If he believed Tarrance the office was bugged and theconversation would be recorded. He was not sure whom to believe.

'You sound serious,' Lamar said.

'Did you ever hear of someone called Wayne Tarrance?'

'No.'

FBI.'

Lamar closed his eyes. 'FBI,' he whispered. 'That's right. He had a badge and everything.' 'Where did you meet him?'

'He found me in Lansky's Cafe on Union Street. He knew who I was.'

'Have you told Avery?'

'No. No one except you. I'm not sure what to do.'

Lamar picked up the phone and spoke to Avery Tolleson. Within a few minutes Mitch and Lamarwere up in Lambert's office. Avery, Lambert, Royce McKnight, Harold O'Kane and Nathan Locke werethere, sitting around a conference table.

'Have a seat,' said Locke with a false smile.

'What's that?' Mitch pointed to a tape recorder in the centre of the table.

'We don't want to miss anything,' Locke said.

'OK,' Mitch said. He repeated his conversation with Tarrance.

Locke stared at Mitch with his dark eyes while he was speaking, and as soon as he had finishedhe asked, 'Have you ever seen this man before?'

'Never.'

'Whom did you tell?'

'Only Lamar.'

'Your wife?' 'No.'

'Did he leave you a phone number to call?'

'No.'

The tape recorder was switched off. Locke walked to the window. 'Mitch,' he said, 'we've hadtrouble with the FBI and the tax people for several years now. Some of our clients like us to take risks forthem. We do things for them which are not quite illegal, but which are close to the edge. And like any firmof tax lawyers with clients as rich as ours, the FBI occasionally has to investigate some of our clients.Naturally, they investigate us at the same time. Tarrance is new down here, and he's trying to score a big win. He's dangerous. You are not to speak to him again.'

'How many of our clients have the courts found guilty?' Mitch asked.

'Not a single one.'

'What about Marty and Joe? What did happen?'

'That's a good question. We don't know. It's true that it was possibly not an accident. The boatmanwho was with them seems to have been a drug smuggler, according to the police there.'

'I don't think we'll ever know,' McKnight added. 'We're trying to protect their families, so we'recalling it an accident.'

'Don't mention any of this to anyone,' Locke said. 'Not even your wife. If Tarrance contacts youagain, let us know immediately. Understand?'

'Yes, sir.' Mitch nodded.

The grandfatherly warmth returned to Oliver Lambert's face. He smiled and said, 'Mitch, we knowthis is frightening, but we're used to it. We can look after it. Leave it to us, and don't worry. And stayaway from Tarrance.'

'Further contact with Tarrance will put your future in the firm at risk,' Locke said.

'I understand,' Mitch said.

'That's all, Mitch,' Lambert said. 'You and Lamar can go back to work now.'

As soon as they were out of the room Lambert called DeVasher on the phone. Within two minutesLambert and Locke were sitting in DeVasher's office.

'Did you listen?' Locke asked.

'Yeah, of course. We heard every word the boy said. You handled it very well. I think he's frightenedand will run from Tarrance. But I've got to tell Lazarov: he's the boss. I hope I can still persuade him not to kill Tarrance.'

'God, yes,' Lambert said. 'But why did they choose McDeere, do you think?'

'Because he's young and because he's a good person — the kind of person who wouldn't likewhat's going on here. I suggest you keep McDeere so busy he doesn't have time to think. And it wouldbe a good idea for Quin to get closer to him, too, so that if McDeere does want to tell anyone anything he'll naturally turn to Quin.'

'Did he tell his wife last night?' asked Locke.

'We're checking the tapes now,' DeVasher said. 'It'll take about an hour. We've got so many bugsin this city, it takes six computers to find anything. I'll let you know if I find anything. But he and his wifedon't talk that much any more. McDeere had better visit the Caymans, though. Can you arrange it?'

'Of course,' said Lambert. 'But why?'

'I'll tell you later.'