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The rising flood

Autumn brought little or no relief from the general buffeting of wetness and wind that had characterized the summer. Day after day was sunk in the salt ocean of nature’s unquenchable misery; the edges were...

Back to the cradle

He said: ‘I’d like you to drop in sometime, Joe – I’ve got something to show you. I’ll be in my room all day. That is, if you are leaving us this evening.’ The interrogative...

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Let me have some cash

‘Tenn, I’m short again. Let me have some cash, will you?’ I had been a long time in Number 36; long enough to get used to having my privacy invaded at whim by whoever happened...

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Smoking Guns

I ran into Rupert on my landing. He had a packet of manuscript under his arm and handed it to me. I took it automatically. ‘What’s this?’ ‘The cowboy story. I stayed up last night...

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And the other prediction?

‘I’ve got an idea Ming was right about Britton. I don’t think he’ll be leaving … just yet, anyway. If he’s at all hesitant, you won’t discourage him, will you? You can put up with...

The table reared

I felt a need to intervene; not to save Britton from whatever might be in store for him – I had neither sympathy nor interest in that – but to reaffirm the principle of my...

Spiritual vibrations

‘Has Howard rigged up that variable red light he was working on yet?’ Piers clicked a switch and darkness moved round us with its silent, intangible tread. His voice seemed to have a harsh and...

The barest emphasis

I went over to the table with him while Piers fixed the radiogram. Lulu, Britton and I took our chairs, Lulu sitting between us so that she faced Piers’s empty chair. Britton gazed round at...

Your spies are everywhere

Piers, I observed, greeted us both with the same smile, an incongruous glance of friendship from those deep, withdrawn eyes of his. He said to Britton: ‘Lend Lulu a hand with the table, Joe, will...