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But then she suddenly noticed Jack and Madeleine embracing under the yellow
glow of the outdoor light.
What s going on? she asked in a quiet voice.
A misunderstanding, sweetness but it s all right now.
Ahhhhh! she murmured, watching them both and holding out her hand toward
Mr. Punch, who took it and caressed it gently.
I like an argument with a happy ending. Actually, I just like an argument.
Then she looked at her husband with a coquettish smile and said, It s still
early. Why don t you and I get all togged up and have a meal, an excellent
bottle of wine and then a stand-up row and a punch-up down at the Green
Parrot?
He reached over and kissed her affectionately. That sounds like a beautiful
idea, Pookums. Can it be a reallyserious punch-up? Like we used to have in the
good old days?
You re just a sweet romantic at heart, aren t you? she replied tenderly.
I ll ring up the Green Parrot for a reservation, book a couple of beds at the
hospital and alert the finest emergency trauma team in Berkshire and it s my
treat.
Jack and Madeleine went back inside and upstairs to bed, shooing Caliban out
the door when he tried to follow them. They were both fast asleep a half hour
later, the best and deepest sleep for them both in many weeks. And as they
slept, Mr. and Mrs. Punch donned their evening dress and knuckle-dusters,
Agatha had a heart-to-heart with her husband, and below on the street outside,
a single rust bubble popped up on the paintwork of the otherwise pristine
Allegro.
31. The Truth Is Out There
Largest flying boat ever:In 1934 the Soviet Union decided to enter the
global-travel world with the mighty Ilyushin-95. With a wingspan of 520 feet
and weighing in at almost two hundred tons, this monstrous behemoth of the
skies was powered by no fewer than sixty-eight Vokspod-87 290-horsepower
radial engines. The first and only attempt to fly it was on June 15, 1934,
when it was tugged out into the Caspian Sea, filled with fuel and the pilot
and crew told not to return until they had brought glory on the motherland.
With all engines roaring, the flying boat vanished over the horizon and into
legend. Nobody knows what became of it, but it is thought that after failing
to get airborne it made landfall in Turkey, where the crew, too worried about
the repercussions of failure, quietly sold it for scrap.
The Bumper Book of Berkshire Records, 2004 edition
Jack woke with a startat 5:30 A.M. He and Madeleine were still entwined, and
he carefully unraveled her sleeping form from his before donning a dressing
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gown and walking into the bathroom. He examined the bruise on his chin where
Briggs had thumped him and the one on his head from the rolling pin. He
swallowed a couple of Tylenol, relieved himself and went downstairs.
Jack sighed deeply. He had told Briggs he was on a three-month rest, although
in reality he was anything but. There were at least two murderers loose in
Reading, a mother of all conspiracies was unfolding unseen in front of him,
and if what he thought was true, the geopolitical future of the world was very
much in the balance. Perhaps. He made some coffee and tapped in to
toad-news.com to see if the Gingerbreadman had been caught or shot. He hadn t.
Can I come to work with you?
It was Caliban, sitting on the kitchen table.
I m on leave.
Sure you are.
I am. And get off the table.
Please? implored Caliban as he jumped to the floor.
There is no place for you in Hang on, he added, suddenly thinking of
something. You re a thieving little swine, aren t you?
One of the finest, replied Caliban proudly, puffing out his chest.
Then I may have a job for you.
Sorry, said the ape, wagging a finger at him. I never steal to order that
would be immoral. I only do it for fun.
Okay, then do you want to have some seriously good fun?
Caliban nodded vigorously, and Jack ran upstairs to get dressed. He kissed
Madeleine, who mumbled something in her sleep along the lines of Knock em
dead, tiger.
Forty minutes later Jack was bumping down the track to the gravel pit and
Mary s Short Sunderland flying houseboat. It was still not yet six-thirty, and
the lake was a flat calm. Not so much as a ripple broke the broad expanse of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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But then she suddenly noticed Jack and Madeleine embracing under the yellow
glow of the outdoor light.
What s going on? she asked in a quiet voice.
A misunderstanding, sweetness but it s all right now.
Ahhhhh! she murmured, watching them both and holding out her hand toward
Mr. Punch, who took it and caressed it gently.
I like an argument with a happy ending. Actually, I just like an argument.
Then she looked at her husband with a coquettish smile and said, It s still
early. Why don t you and I get all togged up and have a meal, an excellent
bottle of wine and then a stand-up row and a punch-up down at the Green
Parrot?
He reached over and kissed her affectionately. That sounds like a beautiful
idea, Pookums. Can it be a reallyserious punch-up? Like we used to have in the
good old days?
You re just a sweet romantic at heart, aren t you? she replied tenderly.
I ll ring up the Green Parrot for a reservation, book a couple of beds at the
hospital and alert the finest emergency trauma team in Berkshire and it s my
treat.
Jack and Madeleine went back inside and upstairs to bed, shooing Caliban out
the door when he tried to follow them. They were both fast asleep a half hour
later, the best and deepest sleep for them both in many weeks. And as they
slept, Mr. and Mrs. Punch donned their evening dress and knuckle-dusters,
Agatha had a heart-to-heart with her husband, and below on the street outside,
a single rust bubble popped up on the paintwork of the otherwise pristine
Allegro.
31. The Truth Is Out There
Largest flying boat ever:In 1934 the Soviet Union decided to enter the
global-travel world with the mighty Ilyushin-95. With a wingspan of 520 feet
and weighing in at almost two hundred tons, this monstrous behemoth of the
skies was powered by no fewer than sixty-eight Vokspod-87 290-horsepower
radial engines. The first and only attempt to fly it was on June 15, 1934,
when it was tugged out into the Caspian Sea, filled with fuel and the pilot
and crew told not to return until they had brought glory on the motherland.
With all engines roaring, the flying boat vanished over the horizon and into
legend. Nobody knows what became of it, but it is thought that after failing
to get airborne it made landfall in Turkey, where the crew, too worried about
the repercussions of failure, quietly sold it for scrap.
The Bumper Book of Berkshire Records, 2004 edition
Jack woke with a startat 5:30 A.M. He and Madeleine were still entwined, and
he carefully unraveled her sleeping form from his before donning a dressing
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gown and walking into the bathroom. He examined the bruise on his chin where
Briggs had thumped him and the one on his head from the rolling pin. He
swallowed a couple of Tylenol, relieved himself and went downstairs.
Jack sighed deeply. He had told Briggs he was on a three-month rest, although
in reality he was anything but. There were at least two murderers loose in
Reading, a mother of all conspiracies was unfolding unseen in front of him,
and if what he thought was true, the geopolitical future of the world was very
much in the balance. Perhaps. He made some coffee and tapped in to
toad-news.com to see if the Gingerbreadman had been caught or shot. He hadn t.
Can I come to work with you?
It was Caliban, sitting on the kitchen table.
I m on leave.
Sure you are.
I am. And get off the table.
Please? implored Caliban as he jumped to the floor.
There is no place for you in Hang on, he added, suddenly thinking of
something. You re a thieving little swine, aren t you?
One of the finest, replied Caliban proudly, puffing out his chest.
Then I may have a job for you.
Sorry, said the ape, wagging a finger at him. I never steal to order that
would be immoral. I only do it for fun.
Okay, then do you want to have some seriously good fun?
Caliban nodded vigorously, and Jack ran upstairs to get dressed. He kissed
Madeleine, who mumbled something in her sleep along the lines of Knock em
dead, tiger.
Forty minutes later Jack was bumping down the track to the gravel pit and
Mary s Short Sunderland flying houseboat. It was still not yet six-thirty, and
the lake was a flat calm. Not so much as a ripple broke the broad expanse of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]