“She knew about her boyfriend already but was not unduly upset as she had fallen in love with an Italian croupier on Paradise Island. She admitted cheerfully that she had given her water-tower key to the waiter to be copied: they kept their draughty assignations, I suppose, on the top, and much good it did the poor man. His name was Pentecost. The only other fact of interest I elicited from her (Quis bene interrogat, bene diagnoscat) was that Pentecost had been one of a family of four brothers f...rom Bullock’s Harbour. And Bullock’s Harbour is the native settlement on Great Harbour Cay. I meant to tell Johnson when we met at the airport, but there was no time to touch on it. Sir Bartholomew, with his wife in attendance, a little washed out, was ushered into the Twin Otter and I followed as the ambulance drove off, with my overnight case and medical bag in one hand. From the amount of zipped pigskin luggage entering the Otter’s hold, I gathered that Lady Edgecombe didn’t intend to spend all her time at the hospital.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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