But we're stillon a knife edge. ''I'm a bit tired. Anna's car had failed to start and they had had to get ataxi to the village of Rookston from Stroud; she had 'Yes, I'm all right.
'Michael Carlton phoned Fleming Cotterill later thatafternoon; Tom was in a meeting, his secretary said, and shedidn't think--'I don't want you to think,' said Carlton, 'I want you toput me through. I live in London. You've got to tell me. In front of her, framed in thedoorway of her sitting room, stood a tall, immensely thinfigure, dressed in ragged jeans and a tie-dyed shirt.
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