Leslie Charteris The Saint 36 The Saint in the Sun

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.But I don't have to waste a good bullet on him.Agood subpoena would hurt him just as much.Only I'd never divorce him either,for some-body else to have.The one I'd like you to kill is the Continentalindoor sports model with the slippery clutch, who's warming him up for anotherqualifying lap.Her name is Teresa Monte-sino, if you insist on a label onevery tombstone."Simon allowed his somewhat obstructed gaze to transfer itself to the exoticpulse-perturber on whom Godfrey Quillen was ex-erting his highest-octanecharm.This was not an unbearably painful shift.The brunette had all the moreobvious attractions that Mrs Quillen superficially lacked.She had the intensedark eyes and sensual lips that automatically inspire exploratory ideas, andthe corporeal structure which it is always fun to explore.A hopeless cynicmight have prognosticated that at some middle-aged future she could be justplain fat, but this was an unhappy conclusion that a less cautious soul didnot have to envisage prematurely.At a similar age to Cynthia's, still safelyunder thirty, she offered the overwhelming sort of competition that any wifemight reasonably have qualms about."You can't shoot him for having good eyesight," said the Saint soothingly."I told you, I'd rather keep him.I've been doing it for so long that I guessI've got to like the habit.How do you think he got to be a big racingdriver?""Not by being good at it?""Oh, he's fairly good for an amateur jockey who hardly knows how to change aspark plug.But General Motors doesn't build racing cars and sponsor teamslike the European manufacturers.And if they did, they'd hire professionalswho came up the hard way not glamor boys with a rich wife.""Are you a rich wife?""Loaded." She looked into her glass, and made a grimace."In more ways thanone.But he was what I wanted, and I could afford it, so I let him have funspending my money.And brother, are those expensive toys! You have no ideawhat it costs to keep replacing those buggies, besides the care and feedingwhile they last.Nothing but the best of everything.Oil that Cleopatra shouldPage 41ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhave a facial with, and a new set of tires every ""I know something about it.But most of us throw good money away on one sillyplaything or another.""And Godfrey is my bauble-boy.Thanks.I like your subtle touch, Saint.Soyou'll understand that if I feel like protecting my investment from thathigh-compression stepmother of Romu-lus and Remus ""Foster mother," Simon corrected her gently."That is, if you're talking aboutthe famous she-wolf.Well, it seems to me that all you'd have to do is yankthe checkbook out from under him."Cynthia Quillen exchanged her empty glass for a full one from the well-stockedtray of a hospitably roving waiter, with the dexterity of a veteran at suchfunctions."You're not being very bright," she said peevishly."If I did that, he'd sulkfor weeks, and so what would that give me? You don't know what a brilliantsulker he is.Why make complications, when the obvious and effective answer isstaring you in the face? Just exterminate the menace with the unsealed-beamheadlights.I'd pay quite a lot for it."The Saint permitted himself one of his sometimes well-con-cealed sighs.Thiswas a hell of a way to start a visit to Nassau, where he had gone only to takein that sub-tropical island's an-nual Speed Week perhaps pleasantly leavenedby the social festivities that considerately coincided therewith.He hadenough friends in the Bahamas to be assured of all the incidentalenter-tainment he wanted; and although the days when he himself had burned upa few tires under a certain cream-and-red Hiron-del were now approaching therealms of reminiscence if not legend, he could still feel some of the oldvibrations in the blood stream awakened by the smell of Castrol and the roarof beauti-fully tuned engines and the sight of sleek wheeled monsters crowdingeach other through dizzying chicanes.But invitations to murder were evenfarther than those old road-racing days from anything he expected to beactively involved in on that trip."You're kidding, of course I hope," he said, and had an un-comfortablepresentiment of her answer before he heard it."Try me with a blank check and a good ball-point pen."He shook his head."You can't take it with you, but don't throw it away.If Teresa is what youthink, you could buy her off for much less than you could hire me."Mrs Quillen scowled with increasing alcoholic frustration at the fresh drinkwhich she had already half finished."You won't take me seriously," she complained."If I have to do it myself, andI swing for it, I hope you'll be sorry.You could 've got me out of thatpredicament.If you even only made love to her yourself, and took her awayfrom him, which I'm sure you could do easily ""Now you're making sense," said the Saint, grasping the straw gratefully."Whydon't you introduce me?"Before she could say anything else, he had taken her en-thusiastically by thearm and was steering her through the throng with a firmness that was within anounce of the closest that good manners could come to violence [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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