Durell had had several bourbons on the rocks sent up from the bar, had eaten a dinner of spiced and curried Indonesian rijstaffel, and the hotel doctor had daubed ointments and antiseptic on the various nicks and bruises he had suffered all over his body. He had been shaved by the barber sent up from the lobby, while he sipped the cold bourbon and thought about the rest of the matters he had to attend to in Bangkok. He had a plane ticket back to Washington in the morning. It was now eight o’clock in the evening, and he felt there was no hurry about anything. She would come to him. She had to come to him. He had chosen the new hotel in the heart of the city, and then gone to the Embassy and showed his card and had been taken to the communications room where he spent half an hour encoding his report to General Dickinson McFee, the boss of K Section. He remembered her eyes, the soft and feminine texture of her face, the slim, lithe body, the way she moved and spoke.
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