“He had rimless glasses, and a bright happy-to-know-you smile, and pale shiny skin. There were little cushions of smooth plumpness distributed all around his face, as though the bony bits needed something comfortable to sit on. A good deal of very white shirt covered a stocky body; he had, too, elaborately plaited and decorated moccasin shoes, and liked to talk a kind of weird Hilversum-Manhattan English, as though wanting to remind everyone that he had once made a trip to New York. When van der... Valk arrived at the studio in Bussum he was very matey; come in the sanctuary and let’s see if we can rustle up a cup of coffee. At home, no doubt, he would have Martinis for the guests, in a ‘pitcher’. He had been primed to be vague about anyone called Simons, so van der Valk didn’t mention anybody called Simons. “Yes, I do recall a party – it was for my wife’s birthday, but you know how these parties are.” “No, I don’t. I’m not a great party-goer. That’s what I’ve come for – so that you could tell me.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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