12: The Eleventh Commandment
THE Jaguar ate up the road. The speedometer was registering a steady sixty-five. Once or twice on taut corners the car had skidded sickeningly on the wet road surface. But Callaghan did not notice. His eyes were glued on the road ahead. Between his lips a dead cigarette tasted like dead cigarettes taste. He did not notice that either. His mind was busy with the eleventh commandment.
"Thou shalt not be found out." A nice commandment. A good commandment for all those people who specialise in breaking the other ten. A first-class commandment for people like Milta Haragos. And Milta was a specialist on the eleventh commandment. Milta, knowing what he was going to do, knowing what he was up against, had prepared the ground for action, had prepared his plan of camp
