Rage by Wilbur A. Smith

Author:Wilbur A. Smith [Smith, Wilbur A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Adventure, Historical
ISBN: 9780330302630
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Amazon: 1848982151
Barnesnoble: 1848982151
Goodreads: 906580
Publisher: London : Pan, 1988.
Published: 1987-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

Instead of rattling the key in the Yale lock, Shasa slipped it in silently and turned it gently, then pushed the door open sharply. On the inside the door was artfully blended into the panelling of his office and few people knew of its existence.

Tara was standing with her bhck towards him, bending over the altar chest. She did not know the door existed. Except for the gift of the chest, she had taken little interest in the decoration and furbishment of his office. It was a few seconds before she sensed that she was not alone, and then her reaction was extravagant. She jumped back from the chest and whirled to face him, and as she recognized Shasa, instead of showing relief, she paled with agitation and began to explain breathlessly.

‘I was just looking at it - it’s such a magnificent piece of work.

Quite beautiful, I had forgotten how beautiful—’ One thing Shasa realized immediately, she was as guilty as if she had been caught red-handed in some dreadful crime, but he could not imagine what had made her react that way. She was quite entitled to be in his office, she had her own key to the front door, and she had given him the chest - she could admire it whenever she chose.

He remained silent and fastened his eye upon her accusingly, hoping to trick her into over-explaining, but she left the chest and moved across to the window behind his desk.

‘You were doing very well on the floor,’ she said. She was still a little breathless, but her colour had returned and she was recovering her composure. ‘You always put on such a good show.” ‘Is that why you left?” he asked, as he closed the door andspointedly crossed the room to the chest.

‘Oh you know how useless I am with figures, you quite lost me towards the end.” Shasa studied the chest carefully. ‘What was she up to.”?” he asked himself thoughtfully, but he could not see that anything was altered.

The Van Wouw bronze sculpture of the Bushman was still in its place, so she could not have opened the lid.

‘It’s a marvelous piece,’ he sai& and stroked the effigy of St Luke at the corner.

‘I had no idea there was a door in the panel.” Clearly Tara was trying to distract his attention from the chest, and her efforts merely piqued his curiosity. ‘You gave me quite a turn.” Shasa refused to be led and ran his fingers over the inlaid lid.

‘I should get Dr Findlay from the National Gallery to have a look at it, Shasa mused. ‘He’s an expert on medieval and Renaissance religious art.” ‘Oh, I promised Tricia I would let her know when you arrived.” Tara sounded almost desperate. ‘She’s got an important message for you? She crossed quickly to the interleading door and opened it.

‘Tricia, Mr Courtney’s here now.” Shasa’s secretary popped her head into the inner office.

‘Do you know a Colonel Louis Nel.?” she asked. ‘He’s been trying to get hold of you all morning.

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