‘Books!’ said Tuppence.  She produced the word rather with the effect of a bad-tempered explosion.  ‘What did you say?’ said Tommy.   Tuppence looked across the room at him. ‘I said “books”,’ she said.  ‘I see what you mean,’ said Thomas Beresford. In front of Tuppence were three large packing cases. From each of them various books had been extracted. … Continue reading →