![]() Irma showed her yellow teeth in one of her infrequent smiles.No need for getting to it, she informed.Nothing to get to. This time he found the crossbow, unloaded, its tough metal wings bent back and twisted out of shape. The lignum vitae bolt-broken in two halves-hanging together by a mere splinter of wood Keen shook his head in dumb disbelief, reached into the car again. He half turned, reached in through the open window, groped with his hand on the front seat. He slammed backwards into the side of his car, drew breath in an audible, grateful gasp. So let's get to it, said Quint, with his usual efficiency. Slimy gibber-gobble spying babble-gabble bastard Keen saw it for a moment, then lost it in the shadows and the mist. In the grounds of the old house, something loped towards the open gate. He looked at Harkley House, standing sinister in its misty grounds, then started to back off towards the car. Keen was on the verge, his shoes, socks and feet already soaking from walking in the grass. The red Capri was parked with-its nose in a field, about twenty-five yards away along the road. He'd left the crossbow in his car, loaded and lying on the front seat. Or the movement was too slight to detect. The house was warm, which showed clearly enough, but nothing moved in there. For the tenth time in thirty minutes he scanned the house. He turned up his collar, lifted infra-red binoculars to his eyes. The atmosphere felt greasy, and heavy as a tangible weight on Keen's shoulders. There was something of a ground mist and the air was laden with moisture. But right now, here in lonesti, I do not feel secure. This was a matter of national security, a liaison of a scientific, preventative nature between three great countries, Romania, Russia, and Great Britain. There I am on my own ground, with the backing of my superiors. ![]() She nodded, sighing her relief that the Englishman was of a like mind.Later, if they are determined to talk about this, they can contact me in Bucharest. It is ten-thirty-late, I know, but I am suggesting we go now. We are not needing to stay any longer in lonesti. So, she said, after they'd had a drink,the job is done here. And on a night like this it was easy to understand why. ![]() If they need volunteers, that's because nobody wants the job. His old man had been a soldier.Peter, he'd once told him,never volunteer. That had been only half an hour ago but already Keen was cursing himself for his big mouth.
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