The Golden Rendezvous. Alistair MacLean
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Название: The Golden Rendezvous
Автор: Alistair MacLean
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические приключения
isbn: 9780007289448
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ALISTAIR MACLEAN
The Golden Rendezvous
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This eBook edition 2009
First published in Great Britain by William Collins Sons & Co. Ltd. 1962
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Source ISBN: 9780006162599
Ebook Edition © FEBRUARY 2009 ISBN: 9780007289448
Version: 2020-10-22
To A. A. Lamont
Contents
III: Tuesday 9.30 p.m.–10.15 p.m.
IV: Tuesday 10.15 p.m.–Wednesday 8.45 a.m.
V: Wednesday 8.45 a.m.–3.30 p.m.
VI: Wednesday 7.45 p.m.–8.15 p.m.
VII: Wednesday 8.30 p.m.–Thursday 10.30 a.m.
X: Friday 9 a.m.–Saturday 1 a.m.
My shirt was no longer a shirt but just a limp and sticky rag soaked with sweat. My feet ached from the fierce heat of the steel deck plates. My forehead, under the peaked white cap, ached from the ever-increasing constriction of the leather band that made scalping only a matter of time. My eyes ached from the steely glitter of reflected sunlight from metal, water and white-washed harbour buildings. And my throat ached, from pure thirst. I was acutely unhappy.
I was unhappy. The crew were unhappy. The passengers were unhappy. Captain Bullen was unhappy and this last made me doubly unhappy because when things went wrong with Captain Bullen he invariably took it out on his chief officer. I was his chief officer.
I was bending over the rail, listening to the creak of wire and wood and watching our after jumbo derrick take the strain as it lifted a particularly large crate from the quayside, when a hand touched my arm. Captain Bullen again, I thought drearily, and then I realised that whatever the captain’s caprices wearing Chanel No. 5 wasn’t one of them. This would be Miss Beresford.
And it was. In addition to the Chanel she was wearing a white silk dress and that quizzical half-amused smile that made most of the other officers turn mental cartwheels and handsprings but served only to irritate me. I have my weaknesses, but tall, cool, sophisticated and worldly young women with a slightly malicious sense of humour is not one of them.
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