They slept late because the sun was hidden behind layers of smog and clouds that gave the room an eerie pre-dawn appearance at ten-thirty. It was a good day to stay in bed but they were both hungry so Wanda got on the telephone and ordered Eggs Benedict for two with large orange juices and a pot of black coffee. When room service delivered the cart Wanda was up, wearing her robe and slippers, to direct the setting of the table in front of the window. Simon had to stay in bed with the sheet pulled up to his chin because he had no pyjamas. When the waiter left the room, Wanda brought him a huge bath sheet from the shower so he could wrap up like an Indian in Terry cloth and join her for breakfast. The morning Times had been delivered as a courtesy of the hotel. The Amling story was still on the front page and several sportswriters had picked it up for special columns in spite of the fact that there was nothing new to report. That Amling had fled to Argentina was hinted at darkly, but no reporter had picked up the bit about a Barry Anderson buying a ticket on a flight to Buenos Aires.
What do You think about The Brink Of Murder (1976)?
