Isvik (2016)
“I knew so little about him. How had he made his money? And when I got to Crick’s office, I found he wasn’t a travel agent at all. He was a lawyer. I hadn’t expected that.
The office was on the second floor of a somewhat dilapidated building at the far end of Windmill Street. There was no lift and I was sweating by the time I had dragged my baggage up two long flights of stairs. ‘J. Crick & Co. Solicitors’ showed black on the frosted-glass panel of the door, and it was Crick himself who opened i...t. I didn’t see anybody else there, and he didn’t invite me in. ‘You’re late.’ He said it quite affably, his voice so quiet it was almost a whisper.
‘The train was late,’ I said. ‘In any case, it wasn’t due in to Liverpool Street till nine-forty-five and I had to queue for a taxi.’ ‘It don’t matter.’ He smiled. He was a balding, bustling little man with large horn-rimmed glasses. I don’t know what race he was, middle European probably, certainly not English.MoreLess
The office was on the second floor of a somewhat dilapidated building at the far end of Windmill Street. There was no lift and I was sweating by the time I had dragged my baggage up two long flights of stairs. ‘J. Crick & Co. Solicitors’ showed black on the frosted-glass panel of the door, and it was Crick himself who opened i...t. I didn’t see anybody else there, and he didn’t invite me in. ‘You’re late.’ He said it quite affably, his voice so quiet it was almost a whisper.
‘The train was late,’ I said. ‘In any case, it wasn’t due in to Liverpool Street till nine-forty-five and I had to queue for a taxi.’ ‘It don’t matter.’ He smiled. He was a balding, bustling little man with large horn-rimmed glasses. I don’t know what race he was, middle European probably, certainly not English.MoreLess
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