“But neither of the two men who stood in front of it were dwarfed by their setting: Audley, exuding his Ozymandias aura, looked as though he owned the place, and the man beside him, though half a head shorter, looked as though he owned Audley. Mosby’s eyes strayed back for a second to the coat-of-arms, which was held aloft by two winged dragons breathing heraldic fire. So that made four dragons all told, he reckoned dispassionately. Four dragons versus one dentist. Roskill appeared at hi...s shoulder. Five dragons. Even Sir Lancelot might have baulked at those odds. And on an empty stomach too. “Good afternoon, Captain Sheldon,” said Audley’s owner politely. “My name’s Clinton…” The empty stomach caved in on itself: the Number One Dragon himself. “Mr Clinton,” Mosby was aware that he sounded nervous, but this was one time when the dentist and the CIA man were in perfect accord.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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