Partisans by Alistair MacLean

Author:Alistair MacLean
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Action & Adventure
ISBN: 9780006167631
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 1982-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

The two girls and their escorts were back even before the three men had finished their bottle of wine, which meant that they had returned in very short order indeed. The two girls and Michael were already slightly bluish with cold and Lorraine’s teeth were positively chattering.

‘Pleasant stroll?’ Petersen said politely.

‘Very pleasant,’ Lorraine said. Clearly, she hadn’t forgiven him for whatever sin he was supposed to have committed. ‘I’ve just come to say goodnight. What time do we leave in the morning?’

‘Six o’clock.’

‘Six o’clock!’

‘If that’s too late –’

She ignored him and turned to Sarina. ‘Coming?’

‘In a moment.’

Lorraine left and George said, ‘For a nightcap, Sarina, I can recommend this Maraschino from Zadar. After a lifetime –’

She ignored him as Lorraine had ignored Petersen, to whom she now turned and said: ‘You lied to me.’

‘Dear me. What a thing to say.’

‘George here. His “nickname”. The Professor. Because, you said, he was loquacious –’

‘I did not. “Pontificated” was the word I used.’

‘Don’t quibble! Nickname! Dean of the Faculty of Languages and Professor of Occidental Languages at Belgrade University!’

‘My word!’ Petersen said admiringly. ‘You are clever. How did you find out?’

She smiled. ‘I just asked Josip.’

‘Well done for you. Must have come as a shock. I mean, you had him down as the janitor, didn’t you?’

She stopped smiling and a faint colour touched her cheeks. ‘I did not. And why did you lie?’

‘No lie, really. It’s quite unimportant. It’s just that George doesn’t like to boast of his modest academic qualifications. He’s never reached the dizzying heights of a degree in economics and politics in Cairo University.’

She coloured again, more deeply, then smiled, a faint smile, but a smile. ‘I didn’t even qualify. I didn’t deserve that.’

‘That’s true. Sorry.’

She turned to George. ‘But what are you doing – I mean, a common soldier –’ Behind the bar, George drew himself up with dignity. ‘I’m a very uncommon soldier.’

‘Yes. But I mean – a dean, a professor –’ George shook his head sadly. ‘Hurling pluperfect subjunctives at the enemy trenches never won a battle yet.’

Sarina stared at him then turned to Petersen. ‘What on earth does he mean?’

‘He’s back in the groves of academe.’

‘Wherever we’re going,’ she said with conviction, ‘I don’t think we’re going to get there. You’re mad. Both of you. Quite mad.’

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