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.It seemed only a matter of minutes before the purple and orange Chris-Craftcame around the point on his left and cruised slowly across the bay, just asit had done the day before.The same grotesque monster with blue-lensed eyesand giant cigar, clad in the same horrible combination of fluorescent greenand crimson and yellow, sat up on the side and steered it in the samenegligent manner, scanning the shore; only this time it was alone.The servileWilbert had apparently been left to some other chore.From time to time Undine's cigar waved back in response to a wave from somewould-be playmate on the beach, but the speedboat purred on without swerving.It looked as if Sir Jasper was not in the mood for company today, or as if hisregular wolf-promenade would be satisfied with only one specific quarry whichhe had not yet flushed.The speedboat voyaged all the way down to the "Epi-Plage" at the southern endof the strand, where the more fanatical sun-worshippers regularly scandalizethe conventional with their uninhibited exposures among the dunes, but eventhat did not seem to offer its colorific commodore what he was seeking.Itturned, and retraced its course until it was almost opposite the Saint, andthen suddenly poured on the power and veered out and away with a foamingarrogance that almost swamped two or three small craft which had the temerityto be near the path it had chosen, and disappeared to the northeast around therocky salient of Cap du Pinet.Simon glanced at his wrist watch, a habit of reference which was almost areflex with him, and it showed a quarter to eleven.He wondered what connection, if any, Undine's disinterest might have had withthe outcome of the previous night; but he knew that this speculation was onlyan idle pastime.When the heat began to become oppressive he went for a swim, and then heenjoyed the sun all over again.And it was twenty minutes to one before hefelt restive and recognized that the feeling was as much due to a plaingastric announcement of lunch time as to any psychic impatience for newevents.Then he rolled over and saw Maureen Herald coming towards him.In sunglasses and a chiffon scarf cowled over her head and knotted under herchin in the style of that season, she was like a hundred other girls on thebeach except for the distinctively long-lined greyhound figure which her wetbikini clung to like paint until she was close enough to reveal the classicaldelicacy of her face."Hi," she said.Simon unwound himself vertically with a delight which sur-prised himself."Hi," he said."I was wondering where we'd catch up.I called you abouthalf-past nine, but you'd already gone out.""I had to see Undine.I called you as soon as I could, but your phone didn'tanswer.I hoped I'd find you here."Page 23 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"How did it go?"She met his eyes squarely."He signed the contract."She sat down, and he gave her a cigarette."Was it difficult?""It nearly was," she said."You were wonderful to say nothing, the way youdid, when I stood you up at the Sénéquier.But later on I was wishing youhadn't been such a good sport.He wasn't so bad at the restaurant, except thatit was like being out with a brass band, but after dinner we had to go to hisvilla.""Not to see etchings?""Not quite.To see if the contract had arrived.It might have come, he sad, ifit was sent special delivery.But of course it hadn't." She inhaled deeply."Then he laid it on the line anyhow what I'd have to do if he was going tosign.It was as corny as any old melodrama, but he was flying high by thattime and he meant it.I was scared stiff.""But Heaven will protect the working girl.the song says." She gazed outtowards the horizon unseeingly, as though she were watching a movie that wasbeing projected on a screen inside her sunglasses, and her voice was atoneless commentary on what she saw replayed."The only thing I could think of was just as hysterically corny.I told himabout my mother and my brother, and I said: 'That's the only reason I can'tsay no, but I can't make myself pretend to enjoy it.If you can enjoy it likethat, go ahead.' And I lay down limp like a rag doll." She turned to Simonagain, and gripped his arm in a sudden gesture that was more like acon-vulsive release of suppressed tension than anything personal."And itworked!""It licked him?""He told me to get out and come back in the morning for the contract.He evenlet me take his car to go home and come back in.""So that's where you were when I called."She nodded."Of course I was afraid he'd have changed his mind.But he hadn't.He said ifhe'd had a sister who would have been ready to do as much for him, he mighthave felt a lot differently about women.It was a real tear-jerker.But hesigned the contract, and that was that.I mailed it to my agent and camelooking for you.""Did he say you could play Messalina?""No.But it has to be a big part, for what they're paying.And however itturns out, I'll get the money, and that's the most im-portant thing to me."The Saint stood up, grinning, and put out a hand to help her to her feet."Then we've got something to celebrate [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
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.It seemed only a matter of minutes before the purple and orange Chris-Craftcame around the point on his left and cruised slowly across the bay, just asit had done the day before.The same grotesque monster with blue-lensed eyesand giant cigar, clad in the same horrible combination of fluorescent greenand crimson and yellow, sat up on the side and steered it in the samenegligent manner, scanning the shore; only this time it was alone.The servileWilbert had apparently been left to some other chore.From time to time Undine's cigar waved back in response to a wave from somewould-be playmate on the beach, but the speedboat purred on without swerving.It looked as if Sir Jasper was not in the mood for company today, or as if hisregular wolf-promenade would be satisfied with only one specific quarry whichhe had not yet flushed.The speedboat voyaged all the way down to the "Epi-Plage" at the southern endof the strand, where the more fanatical sun-worshippers regularly scandalizethe conventional with their uninhibited exposures among the dunes, but eventhat did not seem to offer its colorific commodore what he was seeking.Itturned, and retraced its course until it was almost opposite the Saint, andthen suddenly poured on the power and veered out and away with a foamingarrogance that almost swamped two or three small craft which had the temerityto be near the path it had chosen, and disappeared to the northeast around therocky salient of Cap du Pinet.Simon glanced at his wrist watch, a habit of reference which was almost areflex with him, and it showed a quarter to eleven.He wondered what connection, if any, Undine's disinterest might have had withthe outcome of the previous night; but he knew that this speculation was onlyan idle pastime.When the heat began to become oppressive he went for a swim, and then heenjoyed the sun all over again.And it was twenty minutes to one before hefelt restive and recognized that the feeling was as much due to a plaingastric announcement of lunch time as to any psychic impatience for newevents.Then he rolled over and saw Maureen Herald coming towards him.In sunglasses and a chiffon scarf cowled over her head and knotted under herchin in the style of that season, she was like a hundred other girls on thebeach except for the distinctively long-lined greyhound figure which her wetbikini clung to like paint until she was close enough to reveal the classicaldelicacy of her face."Hi," she said.Simon unwound himself vertically with a delight which sur-prised himself."Hi," he said."I was wondering where we'd catch up.I called you abouthalf-past nine, but you'd already gone out.""I had to see Undine.I called you as soon as I could, but your phone didn'tanswer.I hoped I'd find you here."Page 23 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"How did it go?"She met his eyes squarely."He signed the contract."She sat down, and he gave her a cigarette."Was it difficult?""It nearly was," she said."You were wonderful to say nothing, the way youdid, when I stood you up at the Sénéquier.But later on I was wishing youhadn't been such a good sport.He wasn't so bad at the restaurant, except thatit was like being out with a brass band, but after dinner we had to go to hisvilla.""Not to see etchings?""Not quite.To see if the contract had arrived.It might have come, he sad, ifit was sent special delivery.But of course it hadn't." She inhaled deeply."Then he laid it on the line anyhow what I'd have to do if he was going tosign.It was as corny as any old melodrama, but he was flying high by thattime and he meant it.I was scared stiff.""But Heaven will protect the working girl.the song says." She gazed outtowards the horizon unseeingly, as though she were watching a movie that wasbeing projected on a screen inside her sunglasses, and her voice was atoneless commentary on what she saw replayed."The only thing I could think of was just as hysterically corny.I told himabout my mother and my brother, and I said: 'That's the only reason I can'tsay no, but I can't make myself pretend to enjoy it.If you can enjoy it likethat, go ahead.' And I lay down limp like a rag doll." She turned to Simonagain, and gripped his arm in a sudden gesture that was more like acon-vulsive release of suppressed tension than anything personal."And itworked!""It licked him?""He told me to get out and come back in the morning for the contract.He evenlet me take his car to go home and come back in.""So that's where you were when I called."She nodded."Of course I was afraid he'd have changed his mind.But he hadn't.He said ifhe'd had a sister who would have been ready to do as much for him, he mighthave felt a lot differently about women.It was a real tear-jerker.But hesigned the contract, and that was that.I mailed it to my agent and camelooking for you.""Did he say you could play Messalina?""No.But it has to be a big part, for what they're paying.And however itturns out, I'll get the money, and that's the most im-portant thing to me."The Saint stood up, grinning, and put out a hand to help her to her feet."Then we've got something to celebrate [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]