By: William Haggard
‘That’s a very brave scoundrel.’
‘You amateur.’ It was the worst word he knew.
‘That was the power-house. It’s blown.’
‘I’m a man without honour but I’m not a dishonoured man.’
‘I suppose I’m a bit of a coward.’
There was an ugly crack in the diplomatic wall.
There was a single shot, expert and silenced.
‘You’re the woman I loved. You betrayed me.’
“Violence, he thought — brutal, degrading violence.”
“Don’t stretch the rope too far.”
He was thorough as well as ruthless.
‘I’m a bit of a lone wolf.’
“There was a hand at the gaping window… and the outline of a gun.”
‘You don’t dare tell a soul a thing.’
Patrolling dogs — dear me, they must be most intelligent.