The Infant of Prague
Bill Granger
Language: English
Pages: 0
ISBN: 0446347809
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Devereaux, code name November, is called back into service to help a Czechoslovakian agent defect to the West. At the same time a Czech child actress defects while on tour in America, and it is up to Devereaux to discover the connection between the two defections.
enjoyable as a game in childhood and now Devereaux was trying to spoil his satisfaction. “Are we here to pray or to merely observe the beauty of the church?” “We are here because it is secure,” Hanley said. His face was bland and round, as featureless as his voice. He was director of operations for Section and was no more at home in the field than Devereaux would have been in the bureaucracy in Washington. But the matter had come up suddenly, and even if it was simple, it had to be handled now.
don’t like this situation any better than you people do. It screws up all kinds of things you don’t even know anything about.” “I am instructed to listen.” Anton Huss sipped his black coffee. It was bitter and matched his mood. His face was haggard. He had not been sleeping well in the week since Anna Jelinak decided to have a religious experience on live television. And now Anna’s mother was on his hands as well. She was passed out in her hotel room. Each night, he had to file a lengthy verbal
masters become suspicious?” “What if it was not about money at all? What would you say then, Mr. Devereaux?” Devereaux hesitated. There was a fierce certainty about Cernan in that moment. “Not everything can be explained in terms of money,” he said. “What if I use you to pry… someone else… to return to Prague?” “Who?” Devereaux said. Cernan did let the smile fall now. “You see, an American sees everything in terms of what it will cost and what he is willing to pay. But there are matters
still weeping?” “Yes,” Hogan said in a sad, small voice. “There’s stains on the collar now and the gown itself.” “Can you turn up the church lights?” she asked. “Sure,” he said in the same forlorn voice. “Could we get a shot of you kneeling at the altar?” Sure, he thought. It was why he wore his cassock today. And the celluloid white collar. He felt absolutely miserable and it wasn’t just last night’s corned beef hash. He had the feeling of something bad about to happen and being unable to
his knees. Ready blinked and saw blood-red at the edge of blackness. He blinked again and fired. The shot made a thump through the silencer and tore a bloody chunk from Devereaux’s shoulder. He fell back, toward the ditch, but he held the knife and it snagged at the ribcage and he dragged Ready on top of him. They were falling in a dream. They fell around and around, fell to earth and beneath the earth, and could not touch the sides. In this dream of falling, Devereaux raises the knife above