Quotation from: Secret Adversary

Written by: Agatha Christie


In the meantime, the minutes were creeping by: 3.15, 3.20, 3.25,
3.27. Supposing Julius did not get there in time. 3.29.... Doors
were banging. Tommy felt cold waves of despair pass over him.
Then a hand fell on his shoulder.


"Here I am, son. Your British traffic beats description! Put me
wise to the crooks right away."


"That's Whittington--there, getting in now, that big dark man.
The other is the foreign chap he's talking to."

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