The Key to Rebecca

Rommel could smell the sea. At Torbruk the heat and the dust and flies were as bad as they had been in the desert, but it was all made bearable by that occasional whiff of salty dampness in the faint breeze.

Ishmael was looking at him through narrowed eyes. “This is very important to you, this box.” “It’s important to the world.” Ishmael said: “The sun rises, and the sun sets. Sometimes it rains. We live, then we die.” He shrugged. He would never understand, Wolff thought; but others would.

again and opened the other. “This is my financing.