The line went dead. I quickly put the phone away and, with eyes closed, pinched the bridge of my nose.
This was exactly what I had been afraid of – and, presumably, precisely what the authorities had intended. 222 more words
A fog had settled over London on July 28, 1948. All was quiet and seemingly normal. But of course it wasn’t. Visualize if you will a large shipment of gold bullion awaiting transport at London Airport. 358 more words