Whenthey caught up with the leaders, Centaine smiled at General Smuts. What'sthis about secret societies? A bit of a flap over these militantorganizations, inspired it would seem by the charming Herr Hitler andhis gang of political thugs. Both Abe Abrahams, bursting with pride, his arm hooked through David's,and Dr Twenty-man-jones, tall and lugubrious as a marabou stork, were inthe party around Centaine. Then, while all their attention was on the vault door as it swungopen, he glanced across at his desk.
This was a private telegraphline and therefore no effort had been made to encode the transmission,the traffic was in the clear. This is a matter of major importance. He heard the light bullet of the pistol strike against flesh, and thekiller grunted and disappeared from view. The dry sorghum stalks whipped against the leading edgesof the wings; the sound they made was almost as ugly as the snap andflute of bullets passing close.
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