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THE LOST TRUMPET
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any of it, unless youVe done so deliberately to
spite us for our failure to write you.
‘For that, we’re infernally sorry, all three of us.
The years like great black oxen tread the world,
and we’ve been so busy keeping out of their tracks
that it was only a month ago that Dawn, checking
her diaries, ejaculated: “Goodness, we haven’t
written Colonel Saloney for over three years !” And
we agreed that that was so bad we daren’t attempt to
re-open communications. But circumstances have
forced the agreement, and we’re aiding and abetting
them, and quite frankly sending you a request for
your favour and patronage. (Unless you’re back in
Russia by now.)
‘And, to make as little bones about it as possible,
the favour centres on Aslaug Simonssen.
‘Brief biography of said female : Born I don’t
know when, but somewhere towards the close of
the century’s first decade. Of Scoto-Norwegian
parentage. One of twins, the other being a male,
Carl. Lived in Bergen or Edinburgh, God help
her, most of her life. Pleasant-looking ; beautiful
upon occasion. Recently became acquainted with
Dawn.
‘Sails for Egypt in three days’ time; and when
she arrives in Cairo we want you to look after
her.
‘Her mission’s an unusual and I think a half¬
crazy one. (Not that Aslaug is crazy.) Brother Carl
went out to Egypt five years ago, it seems, to take
up a Government job; oil-prospecting or the like.

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