The Lady From L.U.S.T. by Gardner F. Fox

Author:Gardner F. Fox [Fox, Gardner F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: bad girl, sexy spy, Action Adventure, Thriller, femme fatale
Publisher: Gardner Francis Fox Library
Published: 2018-09-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

It was a top level conference.

The general was seated behind his desk, David Anderjanian crowded my hip on the office couch, and Martin Sloane was nervously crossing and uncrossing his neatly trousered legs in the big easy chair. Two L.U.S.T. men were standing with their backs to the far wall. A pretty blonde steno operated the tape recorder. "I don't like it,” said Martin Sloane. He was a tall, lean man with a thatch of curly reddish brown hair on top of his boyishly appealing face. He had good shoulders and his middle was lean and hard. There was a nervous tic at the corner of his right eye which kept winking, winking, winking.

He wore a brown suit and a brown foulard tie. His socks were beige and his calfskin loafers were ox blood red. He was quite a good dresser, I thought, for a main brain.

"I don't blame you for not liking it,” soothed General Moffitt, spreading his hands apologetically, "but under the circumstances, I don't see what else we can do.”

Martin Sloane turned his head and glowered at me. I smiled sweetly. His eyes lowered to touch my nyloned legs. They drifted up to survey the firm mounds under my knit suit bodice. He cleared his throat.

"I have nothing against Miss Drum, you understand,” he went on. Too bad, buddy, I thought. You might be interesting with something against me. His eye kept winking at me, making me want to giggle. He said, "It's my wife I'm thinking about. What will she say when she hears I have a bodyguard that-er-a girl, body-guard who—well, anyhow."

"All this had been arranged, Sloane," David interposed smoothly. "Your wife will be told you're going to work on something extra hush-hush, she is to be sent with the children to visit her folk in Nebraska, all expenses paid.”

"She'll raise the roof.” Martin Sloane declared.

"She won't know anything about it.”

"Are you sure of that?”

He sounded a little top eager but maybe this is because my girlish ear is attuned to the call of the male in all its forms. Martin Sloane, when he said he did not like the idea of my being his Bodyguard, was a cock-eyed liar. His problem was his wife.

I knew a way to take care of that problem. The question was: would my way be needed? I sat back and listened to the males talking all at once; trying to convince Martin Sloane that he would have no family trouble if he did what L.U.S.T. wanted him to do.

The talk went on for an hour and a half. Martin Sloane and his winking eye kept glancing at me very so often, but he knew his wife. He looked like a boy with his nose flattened against a candy-shop window. All the goodies were there and he wanted in, but it was not to be.

The General came close to losing his temper. "All right, all right,” he bellowed “What do you want us to do, lock you up in your laboratory and never let you out.

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