Traitor's Purse
“The gentle summons was very near and very intimate. It sped through the weeping of the storm and stood close to them.
They waited in silence and let it come again, still discreet but a fraction sharper, determined, inexorable.
Lugg glanced over his shoulder. Campion was well in the shadow, so he picked up his gun and advanced towards the window with all the easy confidence of an innocent householder expecting a visit from the police.
He drew back the curtains cautiously, as a good citizen should, allowing only the minimum of light to escape. For some seconds he stood peering into the darkness, alert as a dog at a rat-hole. Finally he unlatched the doors and pushed one of them open a few inches.
‘’Ullo?’ he demanded suspiciously.
There was no direct reply but there was a new movement out in the storm and Lugg became tense, his bald head with its fringe of greyish hair held oddly on one side.
Standing just below him in the driving rain was the figure he expected. The drab mackintosh and... slouch hat of the plain-clothes man were there, but the stranger was not looking at him squarely.MoreLess
They waited in silence and let it come again, still discreet but a fraction sharper, determined, inexorable.
Lugg glanced over his shoulder. Campion was well in the shadow, so he picked up his gun and advanced towards the window with all the easy confidence of an innocent householder expecting a visit from the police.
He drew back the curtains cautiously, as a good citizen should, allowing only the minimum of light to escape. For some seconds he stood peering into the darkness, alert as a dog at a rat-hole. Finally he unlatched the doors and pushed one of them open a few inches.
‘’Ullo?’ he demanded suspiciously.
There was no direct reply but there was a new movement out in the storm and Lugg became tense, his bald head with its fringe of greyish hair held oddly on one side.
Standing just below him in the driving rain was the figure he expected. The drab mackintosh and... slouch hat of the plain-clothes man were there, but the stranger was not looking at him squarely.MoreLess
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