133- Journey into Fear

You, finding life, rather dull, dreaming again of exotic places, wishing you were somewhere else, we offer you escape. Escape with us now to Istanbul, the nerve-setter of Balkan intrigue and violence, and the story of a man caught in the fatal web of the most cold-blooded political organization on earth.

Eric Ambler tells it in his famous tale, Journey Into Fear. Don't you miss you? Don't you miss me? Yeah.

As if a bar of white-hot metal had been suddenly pressed against my hand. And then it was numb. But I could feel the blood beginning to trickle through my fingers. There wasn't a sound. And as I crouched against the wall I became dimly aware that the window was open and that someone was moving by it.

And then my eyes becoming used to the darkness. Saw that whoever had been at the window had left by it. I reached for the light switch and found it. The hand hurt like the very devil.

Yes? Is that you, Copacian? Yes, what is it? I have only this moment come in. Where are you? I'm in my hotel room. Listen, something rather stupid has happened there. There was a burglar up here. He took pot shots at me as I came in one of them hit me in the hand. Are you badly hurt? No but it gave me a nasty

shock. Have the police been notified? No not yet. Good. Leave the mother to me. I will speak to a friend of mine about it. He is connected to the police and with great influence. As soon as I am finished I shall come over. Well there's no need for that. Excuse me my dear fellow there is ever a need. You must stay in your