PENUMBRA OVER MILLWALL, by Jan EdwardsFoul, yellow-tainted smog had settled into the streets like water filling the dents and creases of a boot print. London was renowned for such pea-soupers and Georgi was grimly amused at how some thought it a part of old London’s charm. Perhaps it is, she thought, provided a body is not cursed with poor lungs or fragile heart. She had neither but was gradually becoming convinced frost bite was not out of the question.
She peered at her watch for the umpteenth time and cussed; her words curtailing dully in the heavy mist. She had already cancelled dinner at Claridges to answer a summons from Tamesis to the embankment steps just below Greenwich College. After an hour and a half in biting cold she had come to the conclusion the meeting was not going to ha
