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.He has tracked Falkirk to - of all places -Hobartshire.To what he called the weirdest of small towns - Gunners Gorge.He's booking suites for Paula and me at a good hotel, the Nag's Head.All the data is on this pad, which I'll leave with Monica.If I need reinforcements, you all have Paula's mobile number.Use that if something happens down there.'As he was finishing speaking he jumped up, put on his camel-hair coat.Paula had already picked up two suitcases kept for emergency departures, one for herself, one for Tweed.She was striding to the door when Tweed relieved her of his own case and Pete Nield spoke.'You don't know what you're walking into.I suggest you travel in the second Audi parked at the back.The one with armourplate on the body and armoured glass in the windows.Harry has souped up the engine.''Good thinking.I agree,' Tweed replied.'I'll come down the back way with you - I've got the keys,' Pete added.'Then,' Paula remarked, 'with the Audi the wrong people associate with us left parked out at the front they'll think we're still here.''More good thinking,' Tweed agreed.Paula took the wheel, saying she knew the route.After crawling through the dense traffic of London, she drove faster through the suburbs, then accelerated asthey reached the countryside.They were on a wide country road and Paula sighed with pleasure.'Oh, this is wonderful.Away from the stench of petrol, the noise, young girls with mobiles pressed to their ears who walk into you, the pointless rush and bustle.''And the scenery,' Tweed added.On either side were hedges in leaf, their twigs festooned with bright yellow honeysuckle.Through the gaps they saw endless slopes of green grass, copses of trees perched on isolated hillocks.Above them the sun blazed down out of a clear duck-egg-blue sky.A large passenger plane had flown to a great height, was still climbing.Tweed pointed towards it as it changed direction, heading west.'Look at what they're leaving behind, an earthly paradise.''Could be heading for the Bahamas,' Paula suggested.'Those yacht basins crammed with private boats, the narrow streets choked with shoppers.No, thank you.'As they kept heading roughly north-eastward Paula occasionally used a motorway.Overtaking, overtaking, overtaking.Back into the slow lane, then up a slip road, leaving the torrent of huge trucks and fast cars behind.Back into countryside.'Where is Hobartshire?' Tweed enquired.'Middle of nowhere.Least populated county.Not one city - inhabited by people with large estates who hunt for exercise.''Sounds like large parts of Britain used to be.' 'I gathered from a girl friend once it's just that.' The scenery changed as they crossed from one county to the next.They passed an area of massive white rocks; here and there men with machines worked quarries.Then the road took them into a forest so dense and dark it blotted out the sun.Emerging from the forest, fertile and gently rolling grass-covered hills lay on either side.Tweed checked the time.'We should be nearly there, shouldn't we?' 'The man's a genius,' said Paula and laughed.'Look at that road sign,' she suggested as she slowed to a crawl.The larger than usual metal sign carried a message, a very clear message.HOBARTSHIREBEHAVE YOURSELVES HEREPOLICE'Something tells me we might not be welcome in this neck of the woods,' Tweed remarked.'We have just entered the bailiwick of Lord Bullerton.'SIXThey drove on, with glimpses of rolling green slopes when gaps in the tall hedges gave them a view.They came to a point where the road descended into a village.Paula drove slowly now, staring.'Funny sort of place/ she commented.'No sign of a gorge.'The village was strange.On either side of the narrowed road was a continuous line of old terraced cottages with white stone walls.Each cottage had a bright blue front door and tiny dormer windows in its low cramped roof.There was no one about and the place seemed eerie.They arrived at a cottage on their left which had a bright red front door.On her hands and knees an old woman in a black coat was scrubbing fiercely at a stone step which, as far as Tweed could see, was as already white as snow [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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