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out because your well-organized waiting list hasn't been used."

"And by the way, they're all arriving," continued the young manager, his
words coming faster. "This Keppler, he's the only one with a problem,
and how does he solve it?

Having an aircraft radio ahead from somewhere over the Atlantic. Now,
you'll grant that's a bit much. The others?

No one asks for a car to meet them, no in-island confirmations required,
no concerns about luggage or distances. Or anything. They'll just be
here."

"Not the Warfields. Captain Hanley flew his plane to Kingston for the
Warfields."

"But we didn't know that. Hanley assumed that we did, but we didn't.
The arrangements were made privately from London. He thought we'd given
them his name; we hadn't. I hadn't."

"No one else would The girl stopped. "But everyone's ... from all
over."

"Yes. Almost evenly divided. The States, England, France, Germany, and
... Haiti."

"What's your point?" asked the girl, seeing the concern on Durell's
face.

"I have a strange feeling that all our guests for the week are
acquainted. But they don't want us to know it."

LONDON, ENGLAND

The tall, light-haired American in the unbuttoned Burberry trench coat
walked out the Strand entrance of the Savoy Hotel. He stopped for an
instant and looked up at the English sky between the buildings in the
court. It was a perfectly normal thing to do-to observe the sky, to
check the elements after emerging from shelter-but this man did not give
the normally cursory glance and form a judgment based primarily on the
chill factor.

He looked.

Any geologist who made his living developing geophysical surveys for
governments, companies, and foundations knew that the weather was
income; it connoted progress or delay.

Habit.