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.""For me, a vodka martini-shaken, stirred, on the rocks, and with a twist oflemon."The Saint had chosen the Vieux Moulin with care.It was a favourite retreatof his when the constant movement ofCannesbegan to irritate.It had theadvantage of allowing two people to talk without sharing their conversationwith hovering waiters and too proximate fellow-diners.The food was sublimeand the setting was deliberately, almost overtly, romantic.Modesty had neverbeen one of the Saint's failings and he knew to the finest part of a degreethe effect his personality could have on even the hardest of feminine hearts,especially when aided by fine food and wine and artistic lighting.Samantha nibbled at an olive."For a scientist, you certainly have style.""Well, I used to be a marine biologist, but I got in trouble for eating thespecimens.Especially the caviar."Samantha giggled."I don't believe you're a scientist at all."Simon was saved from finding an instant reply by the arrival of their drinks.When he had ordered their meal, he asked: "What do you do for your yacht andPage 31 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlyour suite at the hotel and that rock on your finger?""I peddle genius.""You what?"Samantha lowered her empty glass and casually reached across and appropriatedSimon's."I run an employment agency called Genius Inc.We don't handle anyone with anIQ of less than 150."Simon retrieved his half-empty glass and placed it well out of her reach."But surely geniuses don't need people to find them jobs?""You'd be surprised how stupid really brilliant people can be.They'reusually working for about a third of what they're really worth.We help themto get their market value."The waiter brought the artichokes barigoule, a speciality of the house, andthey waited while he served it.Samantha reached over and gouged out a samplefrom the Saint's plate.Simon watched in amused disbelief as she ate it andthen proceeded to attack her own."How was it?""Delicious.""How's yours?" Simon's fork sped towards her plate but she parried it withthe adroitness of a fencing master."About the same.""Is that why you're here, prospecting for genius?""We go to all the scientific congresses, that's the kind of talent that paysoff today."Samantha's hand absentmindedly moved towards the Saint's wineglass, but hemanaged to capture it in time."It certainly seems to have paid off for you.""I was in a hurry.I was hungry until I was fifteen.Now I play to win.""You certainly play hard.When do you get your black belt?"Samantha started, and for a moment Simon thought he was going to face a blankdenial, but she only lowered her head in mock shame."So you guessed.""It wasn't exactly the greatest piece of detection work since SherlockHolmes.And Demmell-who, or rather what, is he?""Demmell is a fool, but a useful one.He works for me, mainly I think becausehe knows I'm not attracted to him and he's continually trying to provehimself.Male ego and all that.All the same, I couldn't have you beating himup.One has a duty to one's employees, you know."Page 32 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Of course, everyone knows that."If Samantha caught the Saint's sarcasm she showed no signs of being offendedby it."Was it your idea that he should tear my room apart?" he enquired casually."Oh no, never.I'm afraid he's rather impetuous."Somehow the conversation was not running along the lines he had sketched outfor it, and he found her mixture of businesslike frankness and wide-eyedinnocence rather hard to take.Simon leaned across and took her hand in his."Would you like to marry me?"Samantha helped herself to some more of the Saint's artichoke and smiled."I can't wait.But we'll have to work out how I can divorce two husbandswithout convicting myself of bigamy."The Saint toyed with the idea of proposing an ingenious double murder, butrealized that this line of badinage was getting nowhere.He decided that sinceshe must have had her own motives for accepting his invitation, he might aswell play along until she was forced to take the initiative.But in spite of his restraint, the conversation remained on a plane ofsophisticated triviality, until the meal was finished and the head waiter wasroutinely proposing coffee and liqueurs."Why don't we go back to my suite at the hotel?" Samantha said."It's got abalcony with a better view than this.""I'd love to see it," said the Saint, and asked for his bill.The man was concerned, he was unaccustomed to guests who ate each other'sfood, drank from each other's glass, and then left in a hurry."Is everything all right, monsieur?"Simon stood, and Samantha remained seated only long enough to finish the lastof the wine."Everything is just fine," he replied, peeling the requisite notes from hisroll and adding a large tip."It's just that my wife worries if I'm late fordinner."The maitre d'hotel smiled uncertainly, and was still trying to decipher theSaint's meaning long after he and Samantha had left the room, finallyconsoling himself with the thought that, as everyone knew, all foreigners wereinsane.Gaby also was somewhat surprised to see them emerge so soon, but unlike thewaiter, he didn't look for reasons.Simon glanced at his watch as he followedSamantha into the back of the car [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.""For me, a vodka martini-shaken, stirred, on the rocks, and with a twist oflemon."The Saint had chosen the Vieux Moulin with care.It was a favourite retreatof his when the constant movement ofCannesbegan to irritate.It had theadvantage of allowing two people to talk without sharing their conversationwith hovering waiters and too proximate fellow-diners.The food was sublimeand the setting was deliberately, almost overtly, romantic.Modesty had neverbeen one of the Saint's failings and he knew to the finest part of a degreethe effect his personality could have on even the hardest of feminine hearts,especially when aided by fine food and wine and artistic lighting.Samantha nibbled at an olive."For a scientist, you certainly have style.""Well, I used to be a marine biologist, but I got in trouble for eating thespecimens.Especially the caviar."Samantha giggled."I don't believe you're a scientist at all."Simon was saved from finding an instant reply by the arrival of their drinks.When he had ordered their meal, he asked: "What do you do for your yacht andPage 31 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlyour suite at the hotel and that rock on your finger?""I peddle genius.""You what?"Samantha lowered her empty glass and casually reached across and appropriatedSimon's."I run an employment agency called Genius Inc.We don't handle anyone with anIQ of less than 150."Simon retrieved his half-empty glass and placed it well out of her reach."But surely geniuses don't need people to find them jobs?""You'd be surprised how stupid really brilliant people can be.They'reusually working for about a third of what they're really worth.We help themto get their market value."The waiter brought the artichokes barigoule, a speciality of the house, andthey waited while he served it.Samantha reached over and gouged out a samplefrom the Saint's plate.Simon watched in amused disbelief as she ate it andthen proceeded to attack her own."How was it?""Delicious.""How's yours?" Simon's fork sped towards her plate but she parried it withthe adroitness of a fencing master."About the same.""Is that why you're here, prospecting for genius?""We go to all the scientific congresses, that's the kind of talent that paysoff today."Samantha's hand absentmindedly moved towards the Saint's wineglass, but hemanaged to capture it in time."It certainly seems to have paid off for you.""I was in a hurry.I was hungry until I was fifteen.Now I play to win.""You certainly play hard.When do you get your black belt?"Samantha started, and for a moment Simon thought he was going to face a blankdenial, but she only lowered her head in mock shame."So you guessed.""It wasn't exactly the greatest piece of detection work since SherlockHolmes.And Demmell-who, or rather what, is he?""Demmell is a fool, but a useful one.He works for me, mainly I think becausehe knows I'm not attracted to him and he's continually trying to provehimself.Male ego and all that.All the same, I couldn't have you beating himup.One has a duty to one's employees, you know."Page 32 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Of course, everyone knows that."If Samantha caught the Saint's sarcasm she showed no signs of being offendedby it."Was it your idea that he should tear my room apart?" he enquired casually."Oh no, never.I'm afraid he's rather impetuous."Somehow the conversation was not running along the lines he had sketched outfor it, and he found her mixture of businesslike frankness and wide-eyedinnocence rather hard to take.Simon leaned across and took her hand in his."Would you like to marry me?"Samantha helped herself to some more of the Saint's artichoke and smiled."I can't wait.But we'll have to work out how I can divorce two husbandswithout convicting myself of bigamy."The Saint toyed with the idea of proposing an ingenious double murder, butrealized that this line of badinage was getting nowhere.He decided that sinceshe must have had her own motives for accepting his invitation, he might aswell play along until she was forced to take the initiative.But in spite of his restraint, the conversation remained on a plane ofsophisticated triviality, until the meal was finished and the head waiter wasroutinely proposing coffee and liqueurs."Why don't we go back to my suite at the hotel?" Samantha said."It's got abalcony with a better view than this.""I'd love to see it," said the Saint, and asked for his bill.The man was concerned, he was unaccustomed to guests who ate each other'sfood, drank from each other's glass, and then left in a hurry."Is everything all right, monsieur?"Simon stood, and Samantha remained seated only long enough to finish the lastof the wine."Everything is just fine," he replied, peeling the requisite notes from hisroll and adding a large tip."It's just that my wife worries if I'm late fordinner."The maitre d'hotel smiled uncertainly, and was still trying to decipher theSaint's meaning long after he and Samantha had left the room, finallyconsoling himself with the thought that, as everyone knew, all foreigners wereinsane.Gaby also was somewhat surprised to see them emerge so soon, but unlike thewaiter, he didn't look for reasons.Simon glanced at his watch as he followedSamantha into the back of the car [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]