The Quiller Memorandum Author:Adam Hall Quiller in Berlin. "A couple of air-hostesses came in through the glass doors, crisp and pure-looking in Lufthansa uniform. They looked once at the group of pilots who stood at the soft-drinks bar and then swung on their spiked heels to preen themselves in the mirrors. The pilots turned to watch them, all of them tall, all of them blond. Nob... more »ody spoke. Another girl came in and touched her reflected hair before she turned away and studied her shining fingertips at armslength, glancing up just once at the tall blond men, looking down again with her head tilted, admiring her spread fingers as if they were flowers.
I was aware that someone had come into the box and was standing behind me. I did not turn my head. The man sat down in the chair next to mine, shifting it at an angle so that he could face me obliquely. The glow from the stage defined one side of his head and gleamed along the side-piece of his glasses. "Windsor," he introduced himself. "I'm sorry to break into your evening." The man spoke the kind of English that is heard only on the cold-war propaganda networks, the accent unplaceable but definitely there.« less