
It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask (…) For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain.

It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask (…) For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain.

I have an international reputation. Do you have an international reputation?
And I can’t even remember what for….Sss… Crime … something or other….

John smells of antiseptic and gun oil and good, tilled earth. He smells like home.



I have an international reputation. Do you have an international reputation?
And I can’t even remember what for….Sss… Crime … something or other….