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A Small Death in Lisbon. Robert Thomas Wilson
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isbn 9780007378142
Автор произведения Robert Thomas Wilson
Жанр Зарубежные детективы
Издательство HarperCollins
Felsen was shocked to find himself thrilled by her every wince, at her fingers stretching out to push him back, at the white knuckles of the other hand which gripped the rucked counterpane on the bed. He didn’t last long.
They lay on the bed in the light and cold air from the open windows. She was under the covers huddled and shivering and trying not to cry. This part always made her cry. The shame of it. How many times had this been in three months?
Felsen smoked. He’d offered her one but she hadn’t answered. He was irritated because he’d expected satisfaction, but in emptying himself he’d done just that, and found his head full of Eva.
He slept badly and woke early, alone in the room which was now freezing and damp from the sea air. He closed the window. The letter he’d written for the girl addressed to Madame Branescu had gone and the pair of gold KP cufflinks Eva had given him on his last birthday weren’t on the dressing table.
Later in the day he caught a lift into Lisbon and went to the Pensão Amsterdão in Rua de São Paulo. At the front desk they’d never heard of Laura van Lennep and no one answered to the description he gave of her. He worked the other pensions in the street and drew a blank. He went to the American consulate and walked the line of faces but there were no single women. Finally he went down to the shipping offices but they were closed and the docks were empty. The Nyassa had gone.
15th March 1941, Guarda, Beira Baixa, Portugal.
It had been raining in Guarda all night. It rained throughout breakfast and it rained during the strategy meeting Felsen had convened with his fellow-agents to decide on the necessary tactics if they were to buy and ship in the region of three hundred tons of wolfram per month for the rest of the year.
The size of his task had only just crystallized in his head on seeing the British Beralt mine in Panasqueira, near Fundão in the south of the Beira. The mine and buildings were extensive, the colossal slag already part of the landscape. To have created that quantity of slag there had to be a small city of hundred-metre-deep shafts and kilometres of galleries under his feet. There was nothing remotely comparable in the rest of the Beira. This feat of engineering was ripping two thousand tons of thick horizontal wolfram veins from the earth each year. All the other mines in the area were nothing but scratches and nicks on the earth’s crust by comparison. His only hope was total motivation of the people. The galvanizing of thousands to the task of gleaning the surface. And, of course, theft.
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