and hobbl His feet were blistered from a long day's walking; the deep bath and the salts in it hadn't the pain. lessened ttelbaum had walked, the previous day, right round the Tower Duane Li of London the Jewel Tower, the White Tower, Traitor's Arch, the square where the state's enemies had been beheaded, grass-centred and e places of death and imprisonment. Once he'd giggled, all th attracted , because he'd wondered why his Saudi friends hadn't bought attention the whole damned place lock, stone and axe and transferred it to Riyadh. He had gone round on a tour, led by a costumed guide, then gone round again, on his own, and taken a whole roll of film. From the Tower of London he had walked to St. aul's Cathedral, then hiked P through the Sunday empty streets towards the Palace and Parliament. When he was half dead, and on the third film for Esther, he had weakened and taken a taxi back to the embassy's service flat and the bath. A probationer told him that his office in Saudi Arabia had called, that ixed the secure link for him he should ring back.
