To Mr Balterghen’s
secretary, his master’s office was an evergreen source of wonder. Blundell had been taken into Pan-Eurasian under Mr Balterghen’s ‘Recruiting-from-the-Universities’ plan and was one of the few bewildered survivors
of the
‘Experience-not-Education’ purge.
‘Balterghen’s room,’
he had once told his wife, ‘is more
like a harlot’s parlour than an office. He’s got red Turkey carpet and stippled green
walls, a Second Empire desk
and a Chinese lacquer cabinet,
a neo-Byzantine book-case and six
baroque chairs plus a Drage-Aztec cocktail cabinet that flies apart and exposes all the bottles and things inside when you press the button. Even if you didn’t know
from experience what a complete wart
the man is, that room would tell
you.
“I don’t want to put the
cart before the horse, we don’t have a strategy yet.”
Get well, Joan Rivers.
Happy 17th
birthday, Jane
Text: Eric Ambler, Uncommon Danger, 1937
