condensed master

Will Bonner
however, was being tempered by what had happened in the garden only a short
while ago. He was obviously a very sick man, probably living every day, thinking
it would be his last. There was enough retribution in that fact. His mind turned to
when Ed Blake, the supervising agent in Melbourne was killed, and this final
thought substituted the hate for sympathy. A strong desire surfaced to get the past
behind him, and all he wanted from this time on was a clear logical conclusion to
his present problem.
After about half an hour Henderson felt much better and the story began as it
did on Margaret's deck in Australia, except that it continued up to the present day.
Mrs Henderson remained silent throughout, occasionally looking across at her
husband. When it was finished all three remained silent, just staring into space. Mrs
Henderson was the first to speak. "You'll have to get things straightened out Bob."
"I guess you're right Jenny, I'll get started tonight."
Jenny stood up. "I'll get us something to eat and drink first. I bet you're hungry
Mr. Brenner." She disappeared into the kitchen leaving the two men alone.
"I thought you were armed and had come to kill me."
"There's been many times when I've wanted you dead, but lets not talk about
what's behind us. I only want to get myself out of this trouble that the organization
has got me into."
"After we've had something to eat I'll take you to central office. Your dossier
is there and we can sort things out on the spot."
It was getting dusk as they travelled north in Henderson's small car through the
English country lanes. The beauty of the countryside however, was farthest from
Will's mind, his head full of unanswered questions that went way back into the
past. To push Henderson for information before completing what he had come for
would be a mistake. It would be disastrous if things backfired.
"How far do we have to go, Mr. Henderson?"
"Call me Bob. About an hour's drive, it could be midnight before we get back
to Granton. Is that okay?"
"I don't mind how long it takes."
The car turned on to the motorway and headed east towards London. He had
what was left of the hour but his mind was struggling with an introduction into what
he wanted to know without scaring Henderson off.
Margaret had told him that Henderson would probably be receptive, but she
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