A London life boring?

I'm Richard Hannay, a man born in Scotland. This is my crazy and interesting history that I experienced when I least expected.

My purpose was to return to the land of my birth, Scotland, 37 years ago. Actually I do not know that land. My parents took me to Africa when I was only six years. I remember my mother said the family moved to Africa because my father worked on oil companies.

Now I am in London. I arrived three months ago and, in fact, I plan to return to Africa. This is a city cold and boring. I think nothing is happening here.

Still I have good savings. Work in recent years in the gold business. Earn good money, not much, but enough to live well.

After three months of living in a nice flat in

Langham Place

, one evening I returned to my apartment, and when I opened the door, a strange man surprised me. He asked if he could talk to me for a few minutes. It seemed a friendly and educated man. I invited him to come and also invited him whiskey.

That night changed my boring life that I lived in London. So begins this strange, sharp, interesting and now I think, funny episode in my life.

White man with short brown beard, and very bright eyes, told me a story of politics and international spies. Not that I had expected I was involved in that issue espionale. In the building of

Langham Place

two murders occurred. One of them, coincidentally, in my apartment where I found Mr. Scudder died.

And the story is just beginning ... see you later.