Frank Merlin 01 Princes Gate aka The Embassy Murders by Mark Ellis

Author:Mark Ellis [Ellis, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Troubador Publishing Ltd
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The Florida sun was high in the sky but there was a cool breeze and the Ambassador shivered a little. He put down the papers with irritation and stared briefly at the sea twinkling beyond the garden wall before raising his hand. A small, white-jacketed man emerged promptly from the house. “Bring me my tennis sweater, Manuel – and an orange juice. Oh, and get me Diedrickson on the phone – his home number’s in the book on the hall table.”

He noticed a new sunspot on the hand he had raised and made a mental note to fix a check-up with his dermatologist when he got back to Boston. Manuel re-emerged holding a telephone receiver which he plugged into a wall-socket by the marble table.

“The Señor is on the line, sir.”

“Diedrickson. What are you doing to me? The account’s down twenty per cent in three months. What’s that? Well I’m sorry if I’m interrupting your lunch but I think servicing your most important client might perhaps feature higher in your priorities than knocking back Long Island Teas or whatever else you people drink in East Hampton. Oh, very well, you didn’t do too badly for me last year so go ahead and have your lunch. Call me tomorrow, alright?”

“Something wrong, honey?” A small blonde head rose from its resting place on a lounger at the far end of the pool. The head was attached to a tanned body shown off to near perfection by a tight polka-dotted cream swimsuit.

“Just money, dear. Nothing to worry your pretty head about.” Joseph Kennedy thirstily drank the juice that Manuel placed in front of him, got wearily to his feet and walked towards his companion. He bent down and touched her redvarnished toes, ran his hand over her feet, along her legs, over her belly and her breasts, eventually cupping her chin in his hand.

“That was nice, Mr Ambassador. Did you have anything else in mind?”

“After lunch, Rhoda. I’ve still got a little work to do.” His glasses sparkled in the reflected light from the water as he leaned forward to kiss her on the lips.

“I can’t wait. Hurry up with that work.”

Rhoda, one of a string of perky contract actresses his people in Hollywood kept him supplied with, sat up and giggled cheekily at him before lighting a cigarette.

The Ambassador returned to the table and picked up another of his stock reports. This broker was doing a better job for him and he smiled. An hour later he had finished his reading. Diedrickson’s account at J.P. Morgan was the only one which was down, and since his position there had doubled in 1939 he could cut the guy some slack. He hadn’t gone over his foreign positions today but he knew he was doing very well there. Hitler would have done enough damage by the summer at the latest for him to close out all his short positions and provide a substantial top-up for the campaign fund. Then he’d show that stuck-up liberal cripple in the White House what was what.

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