The Golden Keel / The Vivero Letter - Plot & Excerpts
Four weeks previously I had been a London accountant—one of the bowler hat brigade—and now I was in exotic Mexico and preparing to take a jump into even more exotic territory. From what I could gather from Fallon the mysteriously named Quintana Roo was something of a hell hole. And why was I going to Quintana Roo? To hunt for a lost city, for God’s sake! If, four weeks before, anyone had offered that as a serious prediction I would have considered him a candidate for the booby-hatch. I knotted my tie and looked consideringly at the man facing me in the mirror: Jemmy Wheale, New Elizabethan, adventurer at large—have gun, will travel. The thought made me smile, and the man in the mirror smiled back at me derisively. I didn’t have a gun and I doubted whether I could use one effectively, anyway. I suppose a James Bond type would have unpacked his portable helicopter and taken off after Jack Gatt long ago, bringing back his scalp and a couple of his choicest blondes. Hell, I didn’t even look like Sean Connery.
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