Charles shrugged again, "Perhaps.  Or perhaps the power is limited only by the numbers who possess it.  That hardly matters, however.  You and the others will be meeting tomorrow morning at The Haven.  It is a nightclub on Fifth Avenue.  The bartenders are among my people.  You and your companions can leave messages there.  Or you can call this number for dire emergencies."<br/><br/>He handed over a slip of paper with a local phone number on it.  Then du Lac rose and waved a negligent hand.  "Should this come to a timely conclusion, there will be other rewards available to both yourself and your companions.  Perhaps enough, if we're impressed, to move out of this place . . ."<br/><br/>With that, he turned his bakc on Jacob and started toward the door.