The Best Of British Crime Omnibus - Plot & Excerpts
Jeff Clayton, relieved that Verney had been proved right and that no one had shown any interest in the contents of his bags, was chatting cheerfully to Cressey in the comfortable waiting-room. The rest of the delegates were gathered around Tranter and Perdita, who were drafting a last-minute message to Stalin of a kind which had become practically de rigueur for departing delegations. Presently Mirnova put her head in. ‘You will be taking off in ten minutes,’ she announced. She looked around. ‘Oh, Mr Bolting, could you spare a moment? Mr Vassiliev has a little present for you.’ Bolting detached himself from the group and followed her out. ‘That guy sure looks sorry for himself,’ said Jeff. Cressey nodded. ‘He ought to have gone home a week ago, when he wanted to. It’s been miserable for him since.’ There was a stir among the delegates as Perdita straightened up from the table with a slip of paper in her hand.
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