condensed master

Will Bonner
said. "My husband has been on a tour of communist China and Russia and has
movie film, slides, and tapes, to show a group of fifty politicians. They will all be
here on Monday evening, will it be alright for then?"
"I can assure you that it will be, and I'll come back on Monday afternoon to
make certain that everything is in order."
"I'd be most grateful if you could. My husband is so busy he has left it up to
me to see that everything is in order, including the catering."
Will walked back to the study in a daze and he sat on one of the equipment
cases looking around, not quite knowing what to think. Very few people gained
permission to travel behind the Iron Curtain to Russia and China's doors were
clamped shut, consequently, any information coming out of either country was
highly classified. This information was red hot and every individual piece would no
doubt be scrutinized by Australian Intelligence.
What if he ignored it and the organization found out? It would destroy any
goodwill he had built up over recent years and perhaps leave his family open, he
couldn't avoid telling Margaret, and no later than this evening. Today was
Wednesday and discounting the weekend there were only two days left, and
possibly Monday - which might be leaving things late.
Will took a quick look around the area of the house adjacent to the study.
There was only one approach and that was through the living-room. An additional
door at the far end of the theatre was used as a fire exit, opening it led him out into
the garden, but it could not be opened from the outside. The perimeter wall was
about fifty feet away. In the study itself, a single door next to the theatre entrance,
opened into a small projection room.
For the remainder of the day he wrestled with the possibility that the
organization may not be interested in this particular type of information, but deep
down he knew otherwise, and there was no way he could avoid getting involved.
Knowing that he would be very late home he had called in to see Dorothy to let
her know. It was rare for him not to be there before the children were put to bed,
so it would be of little consequence, on this one occasion.
At 8 p.m. Will pulled into the darkness of Margaret's drive, shifting the vehicle
into low gear to cope with the steep climb up to the house. He was fearful that she
might not be there but as the house started to appear roof first, and then the
windows, he could see lights showing from the living-room. They were then
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