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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 146 из 173But I can't leave Paris without finding out what's going on, Kelly thought.
At dawn, she stopped at a small cafe and had a cup of coffee. The answer to her problem came to her unexpectedly: Mark's secretary. She had adored Mark. Kelly was sure she would do anything to be helpful.
At nine o'clock, Kelly made the call from a telephone kiosk. She dialed the familiar number, and a female operator with a heavy French accent said, "Kingsley International Group." "I'd like to talk to Yvonne Renais." "Un moment, s'ilvousplait." A moment later, Kelly heard Yvonne's voice.
"Yvonne Renais. May I help you?"
"Yvonne, this is Kelly Harris." There was a startled exclamation. "Oh! Mrs. Harris-" In Tanner Kingsley's office a blue light flashed.
Tanner picked up the telephone. It was three a.m. in New York, but he had resolved not to leave his office until the troublesome problem was disposed of.
Now, as Tanner listened on the phone, he heard the conversation that was taking place in Paris.
"I'm so sorry about what happened to Mr. Harris. It was so awful." "Thank you, Yvonne. I need to talk to you. Can we meet somewhere? Are you free for lunch?" "Yes." "Someplace public." "Do you know Le Ciel de Paris? It's in La Tour Montparnasse." "Yes." In his office, Tanner Kingsley made a mental note.
"Twelve o'clock?"
"That's fine. I'll see you there." Tanner Kingsley's lips puckered into a thin smile. Enjoy your last lunch. He unlocked the drawer, opened it, and picked up the gold telephone.
When a voice at the other end answered, Tanner said, "Good news. It's over. We have them both." He listened a moment, then nodded. "I know. It took a little longer than we expected, but we're ready to go forward now… I feel the same way… Good-bye."
* * *
LA TOUR MONTPARNASSE is a 685-foot tower, built of steel and glass. The building was abuzz with activity. The offices in the building were fully occupied. The bar and restaurant were located on the fifty-sixth floor.
Kelly was the first to arrive. Yvonne came in fifteen minutes later, apologizing profusely.
Kelly had only met her a few times, but she remembered her well. Yvonne was a tiny, sweet-faced lady. Mark had often told Kelly how efficient Yvonne was.
"Thank you for coming," Kelly said.
"I would do anything I could to-Mr. Harris was such a wonderful man. Everyone at the office adored him. None of us could believe what-what happened." "That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Yvonne. You were with my husband five years?" "Yes." "So you got to know him pretty well?" "Uh, yes.
At dawn, she stopped at a small cafe and had a cup of coffee. The answer to her problem came to her unexpectedly: Mark's secretary. She had adored Mark. Kelly was sure she would do anything to be helpful.
At nine o'clock, Kelly made the call from a telephone kiosk. She dialed the familiar number, and a female operator with a heavy French accent said, "Kingsley International Group." "I'd like to talk to Yvonne Renais." "Un moment, s'ilvousplait." A moment later, Kelly heard Yvonne's voice.
"Yvonne Renais. May I help you?"
"Yvonne, this is Kelly Harris." There was a startled exclamation. "Oh! Mrs. Harris-" In Tanner Kingsley's office a blue light flashed.
Tanner picked up the telephone. It was three a.m. in New York, but he had resolved not to leave his office until the troublesome problem was disposed of.
Now, as Tanner listened on the phone, he heard the conversation that was taking place in Paris.
"I'm so sorry about what happened to Mr. Harris. It was so awful." "Thank you, Yvonne. I need to talk to you. Can we meet somewhere? Are you free for lunch?" "Yes." "Someplace public." "Do you know Le Ciel de Paris? It's in La Tour Montparnasse." "Yes." In his office, Tanner Kingsley made a mental note.
"Twelve o'clock?"
"That's fine. I'll see you there." Tanner Kingsley's lips puckered into a thin smile. Enjoy your last lunch. He unlocked the drawer, opened it, and picked up the gold telephone.
When a voice at the other end answered, Tanner said, "Good news. It's over. We have them both." He listened a moment, then nodded. "I know. It took a little longer than we expected, but we're ready to go forward now… I feel the same way… Good-bye."
* * *
LA TOUR MONTPARNASSE is a 685-foot tower, built of steel and glass. The building was abuzz with activity. The offices in the building were fully occupied. The bar and restaurant were located on the fifty-sixth floor.
Kelly was the first to arrive. Yvonne came in fifteen minutes later, apologizing profusely.
Kelly had only met her a few times, but she remembered her well. Yvonne was a tiny, sweet-faced lady. Mark had often told Kelly how efficient Yvonne was.
"Thank you for coming," Kelly said.
"I would do anything I could to-Mr. Harris was such a wonderful man. Everyone at the office adored him. None of us could believe what-what happened." "That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Yvonne. You were with my husband five years?" "Yes." "So you got to know him pretty well?" "Uh, yes.