John le Carre by Night Manager

Author:Night Manager
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Intelligence Service, General, Illegal Arms Transfers, Fiction
ISBN: 9780345385765
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 1993-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

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John Le Carre - The Night Manager.txt smiling at the end of it. “Go out on a limb for old Daniel. Break a fellow’s neck one day, save my boy’s the next. You robbed Meister, why don’t you rob me? Why don’t you ask me for money?” kid. No limit to my bounty where the boy’s concerned.” “I didn’t do it for money. You’ve patched me up. Looked after me. Been good to me. I’ll just go.” “What languages y’got, anyway?” Roper asked, reaching for a sheet of paper, looking it over and tossing it aside. “French. German. Spanish.” “Fools, most linguists. Damn all to say in one language, so they learn another and say damn all in that. Arabic?” “No.” “Why not? You were there long enough.” “Well, just scraps. Elementary stuff.” “Should have got yourself an Arab woman. Perhaps you did. Did you know old Freddie Hamid while you were there, chum of mine? Bit of a wild chap? Must have done. Family owns the pub you worked in. Got some horses.” “He was on the board of management of the hotel.” “Total monk, you are, according to Freddie. Asked him. Model of discreet behaviour. Why did you go there?” “It was chance. The job was advertised on the notice board at hotel school the day I graduated. I’d always wanted to see the Middle East, so I applied.” “Freddie had a girlfriend. Older woman. Bright. Too good for him, really. Lot of heart. Used to hang around the racecourse and the yacht club with him. Sophie. Ever meet her?” “She was killed,” Jonathan said. ‘That’s right. Just before you left. Ever meet her?” “She had an apartment at the top of the hotel. Everyone knew her. She was Hamid’s woman.” “Was she yours?” The clear, clever eyes did not threaten. They appraised. They offered companionship and understanding. “Of course not.” “Why of course?” “It would have been madness. Even if she’d wanted it.” “Why shouldn’t she? Hot-blooded Arab, forty if a day, loves a tumble. Personable young chap. God knows, Freddie’s no oil painting. Who killed her?” “It was still being investigated as I left. I never heard whether they arrested anyone. Some intruder, they thought. She surprised him, so he knifed her.” “Wasn’t you, anyway?” The clear, clever eyes inviting him to share the joke. The dolphin smile. “No.” “Sure?” “There was a rumour Freddie did it.” “Was there, though? Why’d he do a thing like that?” “Or had it done, anyway. She was said to have betrayed him in some way.” Roper was amused. “Not with you, though?” “I’m afraid not.” Page 152

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John Le Carre - The Night Manager.txt The smile still there. So was Jonathan’s. “Corky can’t make you out, you see. Suspicious chap, Corks. Got bad vibes about you. Record’s one man, you’re another, he says. What else have you been up to? Got any more skeletons in your cupboard? Tricks you’ve pulled that we don’t know about? Police don’t? More chaps you’ve topped?” “I don’t pull tricks.

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