The Hildebrandt rarity Page 5
by Ian Fleming
But the beautiful, candid eyes did not flicker. She looked up into Fidele Barbey’s face and said, easily, charmingly: “That won’t be a problem. I’ve decided to give it to the British Museum.”
James Bond noticed that the sweat dew had now gathered at her temples. But, after all, it was a desperately hot evening...
The thud of the engines stopped and the anchor chain roared down into the quiet bay.