The Suicide Exhibition: The Never War (Never War 1) - Plot & Excerpts
The walls, floor, ceiling were all black. The table in the centre of the room was ebony in colour although the wood was from a lesser tree. Even the candles that provided what guttering illumination there was were as black as the smoke that curled up from their flames. The upturned glass in the centre of the table was made from crystal with a high lead content. The cards around the edge of the table were hand lettered in Gothic script – a single letter or number on each. ‘I’m still looking for suitable chairs,’ Miss Manners said. ‘Are the chairs important?’ Wiles asked. ‘Everything is important,’ she told him. Henry Wiles nodded. ‘I suppose so.’ This was the first time he had been to London for quite a while. The first day he had spent away from Bletchley this year, he realised – and it was 8 December. But he had wanted to see the room. They were standing either side of the table. The surface was lacquered, reflective black. Another set of mirrored flames danced on its surface echoing the candles placed on small shelves round the edges of the room.
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