Passport to Peril

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Ellen Cameron sat uncomfortably upon a plastic-covered stool at the steel-and-Formica counter of one of the Forte’s restaurants on the northeast side of Piccadilly Circus. She stirred a spoonful of sugar into her tea and set the spoon in the saucer beside the cup. She searched her purse for cigarettes, frowning when she found that there was only one left in the pack that she had opened that morning. She never smoked that heavily — it was bad for her voice. And at this rate the single carton of American cigarettes she had brought along would not last her even two weeks. She poked the cigarette back into the pack and returned the pack to the purse, sipped at her tea, drummed her fingers nervously upon the countertop, then gave up and dug out the cigarette once more and lit it.

She was a slender girl, medium-tall, her oval face framed with shoulder-length black hair. Her large eyes were a surprising blue. A few years ago at college a boy had told her that she should have posed for Modigliani. “But I wasn’t even born then,” she told him.

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