- Excerpts from the Salzburg Connection:
- "At least, we now have something to
-- " Keller
stopped short, once more glared up the staircase. "Does
no one use the elevator any more?" he demanded angrily,
rising quickly to his feet.
- Mathison's head turned. He rose, too, looking with surprise
and a good deal of pleasure at the girl who stood half a flight
above him. She was slender and long-legged, auburn-haired and
blue-eyed. Even from this distance, the bright color of her eyes
was quite definite and most remarkable. Now, thought Mathison,
that's the kind of secretary to have. She must work with the
interior decorator on the floor above Newhart and Morris; she
certainly didn't belong in the firm, or else he would have seen
her last week and his few days in Zurich might have been less
work and more fun. "Excuse me, please," he said in
German. "I am in your way."
- "Not at all. I always step around people on staircases."
Her German was extremely correct. "It's a pity to disturb
them. A stone step is such a warm and comfortable place. But
I am so sorry I scared off your friend."
. . .
- He stared at her unbelievingly. Could this be Mrs. Conway?
As young as this? With humor and warmth, totally feminine? Smartly
dressed, with quiet elegance -- excellent gray wool suit over a
blue cashmere sweater, a deep-blue fleece coat over her shoulders,
shining black pumps and pretty stockings? She looked as if she
had risen late and spent at least an hour on preparing herself
for the outside world.
- "Something wrong?" she asked.
- "I was just trying to guess your name. Could it be Conway?"
- "Yes," she said, surprised. "Lynn Conway."
And now it was she who was staring. "You aren't William
- "Bill Mathison." He shook her hand with mock solemnity.
"'How do you do, Mrs. Conway? Welcome to Ziffich, city of
Zwingli and numbered bank accounts."
- She recovered. "You aren't at all what I expected."
- "My sentiments completely."