The Rhinemann Exchange [antikvár]

PREFACE MARCH 20, 1944 WASHINGTON, D.C. *David?' The girl came into the room and stood silently for a moment, watching the tall army officer as he stared out the hotel window. The March rain fell through a March chill, creating pockets of wind and mist over the Washington skyline. Spaulding turned, aware of her presence, not of her voice. *I'm sorry. Did you say something?' He saw that she held his raincoat. He saw, too, the concern in her eyes - and the fear she tried to conceal. 'It's over,' she said sofdy. 'It's over,' he replied. 'Or will be in an hour from now.* 'Will they all be there?' she asked as she approached him, holding the coat in front of her as though it were a shield. 'Yes. They have no choice. I have no choice.' Spaulding's left shoulder was encased in bandages under his tunic, the arm in a wide, black sling. 'Help me on with that, will you? The rain's not going to let up.' Jean Cameron unfolded the coat reluctantly and opened it. She stopped, her eyes fixed on the collar of his army shirt. Then on the lapels of his uniform. All the insignia had been removed.