The Quiller Memorandum

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A coupleof air-hostesses came in through the glass doors, crisp andpure-looking in Lufthansa uniform. They looked once at the group of pilots who stood at the soft-drinks bar then swung on their spiked heels to preen themselves inthe mirrors. The pilots turned to watch them, all of them tall, all of them blond. Nobody spoke. Another girl came in and touched her reflected hair before she turned away andstudied her shining fingertips at armslength, glancing upjust once at the tall blond men, looking down again with her head tilted, admiring her spread fingers as if they were flowers.

One of the young men grinned and looked among his friends to see who would join him in an approach towards thegirls, but nobody moved. A light flashed rhythmically acrossand across the window, coming from the airport beacon. The two girls left the mirrors, glanced again at thepilots and then stood neatly with their feet together and their hands behind them. Everybody seemed to be waiting.

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