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De Lisle picked him up from the airport. He had a sports car that was a little too young for him and it rattled wildly on the wet cobbles of the villages. Though it was quite a new car, the paintwork was already dulled by the chestnut gum of Godesberg’s wooded avenues. The time was nine in the morning but the street lights still burned. To either side, on flat fields, farm-houses and new building estates lay upon the strips of mist like hulks left over by the sea. Drops of rain prickled on the small windscreen.
‘We’ve booked you in at the Adler; I suppose that’s all right. We didn’t know quite what sort of subsistence you people get.’