The waiting man raised the weapon in his hand, and leapt forward.
And as he leapt and as Naomi cried out in alarm, the Toff vaulted over the wall and called in a sharp voice of command:
“Keep still! Don’t move!”
Table of Contents
Copyright Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
CHAPTER 1
Home Truths For The Toff
IT was a day when the Honourable Richard Rollison, known to so many as the Toff, was happy and content. Contemplating this state of near-euphoria as he sat in a comfortable armchair and looked idly at his Trophy Wall, he was puzzled. He had no right, he felt, to be as happy as he was; nor had he any special reason.
And yet he was in a mood when his heart was positively buoyant.
The world was in its constant state of fear and threat of bomb-blast, and the politicians who called themselves statesmen appeared no less impotent, and no nearer the use of reason.
The nation was in its constant state of tightening its belt and grinning, whatever new privation was thrust upon it.
The youth of the nation was under the usual, periodic charge of irresponsibility, the more mature critics virtuously recalling their own young days, which time and nostalgia appeared to have set in a permanent state of industry and innocence.
Taxation, especially for the Toff, who after some lean years was once again a man of major substance, was very heavy.
Yet he survived.
And the world survived.