The Speaker of Mandarin
“I'm not poetical myself.' In a way she was, though. Any man would have wanted to write a poem to her or about her. But with a faint feeling of disappointment he saw what she meant. Despite her looks, the Hollywood profile, she was of the earth, earthy. 'So what can I do for you?''I don't know, Mrs Vinald, I'm a bit in the dark. You didn't travel on that train across Asia, did you?'She shook her head. 'We met up with the train party in a place called Kweilin. I first met my husband in the hotel ...there. I was doing a kind of world tour. We'd come from Auckland to Jakarta, Jakarta to Singapore, Singapore to Peking. It was going to be Bombay after Hong Kong but - well, London suddenly seemed that much more attractive! But I have to tell you, I don't think I spoke one single word to that poor Mrs Knighton. I only know her name because Gordon said who she was after we saw in the papers about her getting murdered.'Wexford thought it was time he explained that he too had been in China. She was astonished and then confused.MoreLess
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