Monday, May 31st, 2010

Time	Event
1:26a	It was only a theory, hypothetically convincing,... It was only a theory, hypothetically convincing, but still just a theory, the basis for a sound strategyBut it never happened Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 360 “Not from this endAs far as we’re concerned, Medusa’s now in Moscow “Moscow?” Conklin nearly dropped the phone on the doctor’s deskWe’ve concentrated on Ogilvie’s law firm in New York, tapping everything that could be tappedSomehow—and we don’t know how—Ogilvie was tipped off and got out of the countryHe took an Aeroflot to Moscow, and the rest of his family headed to Marrakesh?” Alex could barely be heard; frowning, his memory peeled away the years“From Saigon? A legal officer from Saigon?” “That’s rightWe’re convinced he runs Medusa “And you withheld that information from me?” “Only the name of the firmI told you we had our priorities and you had yoursFor us, Medusa came first “You simple swab jockey!” exploded Conklin“I know Ogilvie—more precisely, I knew him Let me tell you what they called him mulberry roxanne in Saigon: Ice-Cold Ogilvie, the smoothest-talking legal scumball in VietnamWith a few subpoenas and some research, I could have told you where a few of his courtroom skeletons were buried—you blew it! You could have pulled him in for fixing the army courts in a couple of killings—there are no statutes, civilian or military, on those crimes Jesus, why didn’t you tell me?” “In all honesty, Alex, you never askedYou simply assumed—rightly so—that I wouldn’t tell you “All right, all right, it’s done—to hell with itBy tomorrow or the next day you’ll have our two Medusans, so go to work on themThey both want to save their asses—the capo’s a slime, but his sharpshooter keeps praying for his family and it’s not organizational “What are you going to do?” pressed Holland “We’re on our way to Moscow “After Ogilvie?” “No, the JackalBut if I see Bryce, I’ll give him your regards Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 361 35 Buckingham Pritchard sat next to his uniformed uncle, hermes kelly handbag Cyril Sylvester Pritchard, deputy director of immigration, in the office of Sir Henry Sykes at Government House in MontserratBeside them, on the deputy’s right, was their attorney, the finest native solicitor Sykes could persuade to advise the Pritchards in the event that the Crown brought a case against them as accessories to terrorismSir Henry sat behind the desk and glanced in partial shock at the lawyer, one Jonathan Lemuel, who raised his head and eyes to the ceiling, not to have the benefit of the tropic fan that stirred the humid air but to show disbeliefLemuel was a Cambridge-educated attorney, once a “scholarship boy” from the colonies, who years ago had made his money in London and returned in the autumn of his life to his native ’Serrat to enjoy the fruits of his laborsActually, Sir Henry had persuaded his retired black friend to give assistance to a couple of idiots who might have involved themselves in a serious international matter The cause of Sir Henry’s fendi b bag shock and Jonathan Lemuel’s disbelief cum exasperation came about through the following exchange between Sykes and the deputy director of immigrationPritchard, we’ve established that your nephew overheard a telephone conversation between John StJacques and his brother-in-law, the American MrFurther, your nephew Buckingham Pritchard here, freely, even enthusiastically, admits calling you with certain information contained in that conversation and that you in turn emphatically stated that you had to reach Paris immediatelyIs this true?” “It is all completely true, Sir Henry “Whom did you reach in Paris? What’s the telephone number?” “With respect, sir, I am sworn to secrecy At that succinct and totally unexpected reply, Jonathan Lemuel had lifted his astonished eyes to the ceiling Sykes, regaining his composure, put an end to the brief pause of amazementPritchard?” “My nephew and I are part of an international organization involving the great leaders of the world, and chloe paddington bags we have been sworn to secrecy “Good God, he believes it,” muttered Sir Henry “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” said Lemuel, lowering his head“Our telephone service here is not the most sophisticated, especially where pay phones are concerned, which I presume you were instructed to use, but within a day or so that number can be tracedWhy not simply give it to Sir Henry nowHe obviously needs to know quickly, so where is the harm?” “The harm, sir, is to our superiors in the organization—that was made explicitly clear to me personally “What’s the name of this international organization?” “I don’t know, Sir HenryThat is part of the confidensheeality, do you not see?” “I’m afraid you’re the one who doesn’t see, MrPritchard,” said Sykes, his voice clipped, his anger surfacing “Oh, but I do, Sir Henry, and I shall prove it to you!” interrupted the deputy, looking at each man as if to draw the skeptical Sykes and the astonished attorney, as well as his adoring nephew, into his cartier ronde confide (Comment on this)
1:49a	She buttered another úece of bread"I saw at least... She buttered another úece of bread"I saw at least eight shop windows that looked wonrful on the drive from the station Charlotte smiled indulgentlyShe'd receive a very welcome commission from every shop Scarlett patronized"You'll have all the opping your heart desires, I can promise you thatBut only in the ternoonsIn the mornings, you'll be sitting for your portrait "That's nonsense, CharlotteWhat do I want with a portrait of myself? I had one done once, and I hated itI looked mean as a ake "You will not look mean in this one, take my wordMonsieur erve kelly hermes bags is an expert at ladiesAnd the portrait is important "I'll do it, because I do everything you say, but I won't like it, ke my word The next morning Scarlett was awakened by the sound of trafficwas still dark, but street lamps showed her four lines of wagons d drays and carriages of every description moving along the street low her bedroom windowNo wonder Dublin has such wide streets, she thought happily, almost everything in Ireland with heels on it is hereShe sniffed, sniffed againI must be going crazycould swear I smell coffeeFingers tapped gently on her knock off tiffany jewelry door"Breakfast is in the sitting room when you're ready," said Charlotte"I've sent the waiter away, I you need is a wrapper Scarlett nearly knocked MrsMontague down opening the door Coffee! If you knew how much I've missed coffeeOh, Charlotte, why didn't you tell me they drink coffee in Dublin? I'd have taken e train every morning just for breakfast The coffee tasted even better than it smelledLuckily Charlotte eferred tea, because Scarlett drank the entire potThen she obediently put on the silk stockings and combinations Charlotte unpacked from a boxShe felt quite wicked The dior saddle light slippery undergarments were altogether different from the batiste or muslin she'd worn all her lifeShe tied her wool dressing gown tightly around her when Evans came in with a woman she'd never seen before"This is Serafina," said Charlotte "She's Italian, so don't be concerned if you don't understand a word she saysShe's going to do your hairAll you have to do is sit still and let her talk to herself She's having a one-way conversation with every hair on my head, thought Scarlett after nearly an hourHer neck was getting stiff, and she hadn't the faintest tiffany and co necklace idea what the woman was doing to herCharlotte had seated her near the window in the sitting room where the morning light was strongest Sims and one assistant looked as impatient as Scarlett feltThey'd arrived twenty minutes earlier"Ecco!" said Serafina"Benusimo," said Mrs Her assistant lifted the muslin wrap from the gown MrsScarlett drew in her breathThe white satin glistened in the light, and the light made the silver embroidery shine as if it were a living thingIt was a fantasy of a gownScarlett stood, her hands reached out to touch it"Every finger would leave a cambon chanel mar (Comment on this)

<< Previous Day

2010/05/31 [Calendar]

Next Day >>