Chapter 4 There was a slow asthmatic wheezing coughthen the monumental knitting woman spoke. Ginevra, youre tired, youd better go to bed. The girl sta...
Ordinary commonplace tourists talk. And yet, somehow, Dr Gerard felt a queer conviction thatthese overheard scraps of dialogue were all singularly unr...
Chapter 3 When Sarah had left the lounge, Dr Gerard sat where he was for some minutes. Then he strolled tothe table, picked up the latest number of Le...
Sarah shrugged an impatient shoulder. Frenchmen were all alike, she thought, obsessed by sex! Though, of course, as a conscientious psychologist she h...
Dr Gerard scrutinized her again. This time his eye was professional, not aesthetic. Dropsycardiac he added a glib medical phrase. Oh, yes, that! Sarah...
Chapter 2 Miss Sarah King, M.B., stood by the table in the writing-room of the Solomon Hotel in Jerusalem,idly turning over the papers and magazines. ...
There was a pause and then Raymond said, his voice now quietly matter-of-fact: You do agree,Carol? Carol answered steadily: I think she ought to dieye...
Chapter 1 You do see, dont you, that shes got to be killed? The question floated out into the still night air, seemed to hang there a moment and then ...
