Paul Temple and the Kelby Affair. Francis Durbridge
Читать онлайн.| Название | Paul Temple and the Kelby Affair |
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| Автор произведения | Francis Durbridge |
| Жанр | Зарубежные детективы |
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| Издательство | Зарубежные детективы |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780008125691 |
FRANCIS DURBRIDGE
Paul Temple and the Kelby Affair
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First published in Great Britain by
Hodder & Stoughton 1970
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Contents
SCOTT REED had intended to come at eleven o’clock: he arrived at ten. His Rover 2000 turned into the gravel drive as the clock above the stables was striking. The telephone call announcing his visit had sounded urgent, but then Scott Reed always left decisions until they became urgent. His office had telephoned at nine o’clock.
‘Is that Mr Alfred Kelby?’ the girl had asked.
‘Yes,’ said Alfred Kelby.
‘I have a message from Mr Scott Reed. He is driving straight over to see you, and he expects to be there at eleven.’
Scott was one of the older school of publishers. He was slightly ashamed if a book sold well and he pretended that all their best sellers were the mistakes of his partner. Scott was a gentleman. He leaned over the back seat of his car and tenderly gathered up a packet. Then he came up to the house.
‘Scott! Come in. I was just having breakfast.’
Kelby waved him into the library. One alcove in the book-littered room was clear and set for breakfast. Kelby removed a pile of manuscripts from an armchair and told Scott Reed to sit down. ‘Coffee?’ he asked.
‘No thanks.’ Scott sat on the edge of the seat. ‘Or perhaps I will. Yes thanks.’ He was unwrapping the packet as he changed his mind. ‘I want you to read this, Kelby. It’s a bombshell.’
It was a diary, bound in calf and written in green ink. The tiny, precisely rounded hand of a woman.
‘Something you’re going to publish?’
‘Yes.’ Scott Reed stared into his coffee. ‘Well, we might. I was waiting for your opinion. And it depends on whether we can get an indemnity from all the living people who are mentioned in it. To make sure they don’t sue us for libel.’ He fidgeted slightly. ‘What do you think?’
As an historian Kelby considered that very few diaries should be published. ‘Serialisation in the Sunday papers,’ he complained. ‘It starts all the amateurs dabbling in history, writing letters. Clutters up scholarship.’ His voice died away as he browsed through the yellowing pages. ‘Good gracious me! Who was this woman? I take it the writer was a woman?’
‘Yes. Lord Delamore’s mistress.’
‘Lord Delamore?’ Kelby looked pleased. ‘I knew him.’ He read through a few more pages with intense fascination. But gradually he was frowning and clucking his tongue. ‘This isn’t history, it’s downright scandal. Does