The High Commissioner. Jon Cleary
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Название: The High Commissioner
Автор: Jon Cleary
Издательство: HarperCollins
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isbn: 9780007554300
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JON CLEARY
The High Commissioner
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
First published by William Collins Sons & Co. Ltd 1966
Copyright © Jon Cleary, 1966
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TO HAM AND JOYCE
Contents
“We want you to go to London,” said the Premier, “and arrest the High Commissioner for murder.”
He sat back, one clawed finger stroking the beak of his nose, a bald-headed old eagle hawk who had made this office his eyrie for twenty-five years. He ran his tongue round his thin dry lips, as if tasting the shock that showed on Scobie Malone’s face. He was seventy years old and fifty years of his hectic brawling life had been spent in politics. He knew and relished the value of shock.
“The Commissioner tells me you detectives are like nuns, you’re usually only allowed out in pairs.” He looked at Malone, then at Police Commissioner Leeds, his hooded eyes glistening with an old hawk’s malicious humour. “Is that because you don’t trust each other, Jack?”
John Leeds had been a policeman for forty years, Commissioner for ten, and he knew how to handle politicians. “Is that what you think of nuns, Mr. Premier?”
Flannery’s laugh was more like a cough of mirth, as if it hurt him. “Are you trying to get me to lose the Catholic vote, Jack? Stone the bloody crows, I wouldn’t mind betting you vote Liberal!” He looked back at Malone. “What do you vote, Sergeant?”
Malone was still getting over the shock of the Premier’s opening remark. After ten years in the force he was not unaccustomed to shocks; but nothing like this had ever been flung at him before. When Flannery had first spoken he had glanced quickly at the old man to see if he was joking; the ugly smile had told him that if there was a joke it was not intended for him. He was still dazed when Flannery spoke to him again, repeating his question. “What do you vote, Sergeant?”
He tried to collect his thoughts, but the question seemed so irrelevant at a time like this. “It depends, sir.”
“Depends? What on?”
Malone saw Leeds’s warning glance and retreated. “I’m not political-minded, sir. I vote by whim, I suppose.”
Flannery stared at him, his eyes suddenly dark and glazed: twice he had come close СКАЧАТЬ