The Looking Glass War Page #3

But my God, they sleep at nights,

don't they?

That's pretty bloody unswinging,

isn't it?

Now somebody's dead.

Been killed.

He's one of ours.

There's a child involved, a little girl.

That's all l can say.

l thought we were in love.

You have a kind of peace

l don't give you anymore.

All l really wanted to know

is if you'd found another woman.

No.

Don't try and run me

like one of your wretched agents.

-Breathe deeply.

-What's this for, anyway?

lnsurance.

You signed a contract for service,

you're entitled.

lt doesn't cost you anything.

lnsurance? l am not an old man.

You have to die to collect it.

-l don't want it.

-Can't you keep him quiet?

You have to take it.

lt's regulation.

But it's like betting against yourself.

l don't want it.

We all have to die,

you might as well be paid for it.

Suppose something

did happen to you.

You've got a child coming.

lt would take care of him.

Cough.

There'll be no time for that,

l'm afraid.

-You can identify him as your brother?

-Half brother.

Sign here.

And here.

-How old are you?

-Twenty-eight.

-How old are you?

-Twenty-eight.

And here.

And Taylor?

How older was he than you?

-Older.

-And here.

-lt's twelve years.

-And here.

You see, there is a problem.

All his letters, his driving license,

and a passport belong to Taylor.

But the visaed passport

says "Malherby."

And his half brother was Avery...

...if that is you.

l'm only a policeman.

l like the English.

l don't want to make difficulties.

He was drunk in the road.

They drive like hell out there.

Maybe an airline pilot,

you know, no idea of the speed.

l'm listing this as an accident.

Don't try to make it anything more.

Paragraph two of the documents

quoted in Appendix A...

...are listed:
the gun barrels produced

in 1 932, under license from Krupp.

Thirty-eight thousand,

four hundred and sixty-three.

The photographer in Kalkstadt

is Fritsche.

Heinrich sent you.

The password is

"hands across the sea. "

The photographer in Kalkstadt

is Fritsche.

Heinrich sent you.

The password is

"hands across the sea. "

What about your toys?

Did you put your toys away?

Oh, you've used up all the air in here.

Don't you people read

what smoking does to your lungs?

Two dolls and one with a hairy face--

Click of a door or cocking of a gun?

Just a click of a door.

Walther, 7.65 millimeter, model PPK.

That was the magazine

being slipped in place.

lt's heavier than it looks.

lt's a beautiful gun there.

Built the first one in 1 931 .

So efficient they did not need

to improve it.

You love it, don't you?

All part of the job,

part of self-defense, that is.

Yes, the manly art.

That is why there is war.

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