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“Which only makes one wonder what can be in that book to et to read it”

“I’ve no idea,” said Harry “But I do know that every copy of Uncle Joe was removed from the bookshelves within hours of publication The publisher was shut down, Babakov was arrested, and he hasn’t been seen since his trial If there’s a copy out there I intend to find it when I go to the international book conference in Moscow in May”

“If you do lay your hands on a copy, I’d love to have it translated and publish it over here, because I can guarantee that not only would it be a runaway best seller but also it would finally expose Stalin as a man every bit as evil as Hitler Mind you, Russia’s a pretty big haystack in which to be searching for that particular needle”

“True, but I’et, he was Stalin’s personal interpreter for thirteen years, so few people would have had a better insight into the regih even he didn’t anticipate how the KGB would react when he decided to publish his version of what he witnessed firsthand”

“And now that Stalin’s old allies have removed Khrushchev and are back in power, no doubt sos they’d prefer to keep hidden”

“Like the truth about Stalin’s death,” said Harry

“I’ve never seen you so worked up about anything,” said Guinzburg “But itbear The new hard-line regihts, whichever country you come from”

“What’s the point of being president of PEN if I can’t express my views?”

The carriage clock on the bookshelf behind Guinzburg’s desk struck twelve

“Why don’t we go and have lunch at my club, and we can discuss less contentious matters, like what Sebastian’s been up to”

“I think he’s about to propose to an Airl”

“I always knew that boy was s

While Sa the shops on Fifth Avenue, and Harry was enjoying a rib-eye steak at the Harvard Club with his publisher, a yellow cab came to a halt outside a smart brownstone on 64th and Park

E a shoebox with “Crockett & Jones” emblazoned on the lid Inside was a pair of size nine, ues, which she kneould fit her cousin Alistair perfectly, because he always had his shoes made in Jermyn Street

As Emma looked up at the shiny brass knocker on the front door, she recalled the first ti wo like a leaf and had wanted to run away But she’d spent all her et to America, and didn’t knoho else to turn to in New York if she was to find Harry, as locked up in an American prison for a murder he hadn’t committed Once she’d land for over a year—until she found out Harry was no longer in America