‘Not e-mail,’ he said. ‘Regular mail. That’s what he did. He backed up his stuff onto some kind of a disk and every night he put it in an envelope and dropped it in the mail. Addressed to himself. To his post office box. Because that’s where he got his mail. In the post office. There’s no slot in his door. Once the envelope was out of his hand it was safe. It was in the system. With a whole bunch of custodians looking after it all day and all night.’
