- •Mission To Siena James Hadley Chase
- •In the garden, close to the window of Guido's sitting-room, Shapiro had been waiting for Crantor, a mile or so away, to touch the high tension wires with the insulated pole he had with him.
- •Venetian red
- •I don't think she's much use. Will you take charge, Marian? If she's as bad as I think she is, you'd better get the doctor.
- •It took them only a few minutes to reach Upper Brook Mews. During the drive, Don quickly sketched in what had happened at Ferenci's house.
- •It was this bed that held Don's rigid attention.
- •It wasn't until half-past two the following afternoon that Don came down to his study.
- •I'l see what I can do," Dicks said. "I like the idea. It hooks up with the facts."
- •It was getting on for half-past seven by the time he pushed open the bookshop door and stepped into the brightly lit, well-stocked bookshop.
- •It's the publicity that's done it. Look at the way the suckers have paid up: we scarcely have any trouble. Look at the money we're making."
- •It it were not for the wolf-hound, he would have gone ahead, but the thought of the dog made him decide against taking the risk.
- •It is possible that if you have the operation you might easily become blind and very possibly paralysed."
- •It isn't an easy set-up to run. If I had the choice I would stay here."
- •It wants finding. The police missed it."
- •It took a few seconds before Felix's voice came on the line.
- •In the dim light he saw Carlos was standing on the lower step, his great lips drawn back, his white teeth gleaming.
- •In the reflected light from the Cadillac's headlamps, Alsconi looked white and flabby. His mouth twitched and there was fear in his eyes.
- •It was striking three o'clock as Don drove along the sea road into Civitavecchia.
- •I want to get away."
I want to get away."
"Right-ho," Don said and heaved Crantor up on to the deck, climbed on to the quay and pulled Crantor up after him. He laid Crantor out on the cobble stones, then squatting on his heels, he looked down at Lorelli.
"You're sure you can handle this boat? You don't want me to help you?"
She shook her head.
"It's all right. I've done the Monte Carlo run before on my own."
"Well, okay. Then there's nothing I can do for you?"
Her face softened as she looked up at him.
"No, thanks. I can manage now. I'm going to make a new start. I don't suppose we'll meet again."
"You never know. Watch out for police boats. He'll give them a description of the boat when he comes to the surface."
She smiled.
"I'll be miles away by then. This is the fastest boat on the coast. They won't catch me." She swung the starting handle, and as the twin engines roared into life, she said, "Good-bye and thanks again."
"So long and good luck," Don shouted above the noise of the engines. He cast off the mooring rope.
The boat began to move. Then as Lorelli opened the throttle, the boat gathered way and went roaring out towards the open sea, leaving behind it a broad white wash of churned-up water.
She raised her hand and waved. Don waved back.
Then he lost sight of the boat as it raced away into the darkness of the night.