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The Infant of Prague - Bill Granger
1987 American hardcover stated 2nd edition, Warner, New York A near fine book in near fine unclipped dust jacket No names, inscriptions or stamps etc Tightly bound and square, clean contents and cloth The jacket has no loss or tears A November Man thriller from the author of the highly acclaimed There Are No Spies A birght and clean book For Sale at £7.50 (approx $13) *B4 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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The Englishman lifted his hand. He pointed to the rose windows in the great stone wall above the entrance of the church. The gesture carried dignity, like the finger of Adam reaching toward the finger of God on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. The day was full of autumn clouds and sudden rains. The light fell delicately through the stained glass. Hanley stared at the Englishman and held his green guidebook in his left hand. He had been waiting for twenty minutes and he had attached himself to the small group of travelers gathered around the Englishman. He felt annoyed because his overcoat was heavy and wet and because someone had kept him waiting. Then he saw him at the side door. The second man moved from the brief opening of daylight to the shadows to the half-light of the candles on the side altar. The candles were lit as prayers. They illuminated the ashen face of the second man, and Hanley turned away from the group and crossed the center aisle of the church. The second man stared at him. Hanley gestured back toward the group on the other side of the church. "He's been here thirty years," he said. "Studying the church, talking about it. Thirty years. It's hard to believe a man would give up thirty years for this." "Did you learn anything?" Devereaux said. There was an edge of sarcasm that made Hanley frown. "Nothing that I couldn't have read about in a book," Hanley said. "The English are strange. They're always producing someone like him." "Why are we here?" Devereaux said. He and Hanley turned away from the center of the church and stared at the marble of the side altar. The candles made their harsh winter faces seem softer. Hanley put down the green guidebook on the metal poor box. When he spoke again, he scarcely moved his lips at all. "I was wrapped in French security in Paris," Hanley said. "Then I received a signal and there's a matter, a simple matter really, that we have to act upon right away." |
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