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Until the Day of Wrath

He touched her elbow to guide her away from the pool; his hand was rough against her flesh. They walked through the shrubbery and came out into the parkland which made up the greater part...

Anyone for tennis?

Albrecht asked her: ‘You had made plans as to what you would do this morning?’ ‘I thought I might go for a walk. It’s such a lovely day.’ The inquiry was innocent enough, but it...

Magic paintings

Henry held the lamp over the hole. In a moment Albrecht’s silver-grey head emerged from the chimney’s constriction, and shortly afterwards he hauled himself out to stand beside them. ‘Not the most comfortable route,’ he...

My business is pleasure

Cynthia asked: ‘Isn’t that a Van Eyck on the wall over there?’ The smile touched his lips. ‘If one looks at it from such a distance, yes. If one stands close and examines it by...

The Graf

The room was of classical dimensions, with a rococo plaster frieze and a ceiling painted with what looked like a florid variation on ‘The Origin of the Milky Way’. The furniture, however, was all contemporary....

How clever of God

Late in the afternoon pretence of work was abandoned. The sun had dropped behind the shoulder of Sweeney’s Hill, but it was very hot. They lay on a carpet of tattered palm leaves, and drank...

Like animals, or like gods

The aftermath of the typhoon found Marriott with a feeling of weakness and helplessness much greater than following his fight with Billy. The battering the elements had given him had been less violent but, going...

The watcher

Billy said: ‘Sweeney, we’re looking for Yasha, and Susan.’ Sweeney raised his eyebrows. ‘I was surprised so many of you had come. Did you think you would find them here?’ Marriott broke in restlessly: ‘You...