The Brigadier waved the actor to the armchair. “Mr Levy, my
friend.” The
actor frowned. “Benjamin Le Vay, if you please. Now, if we have finished, I
have a pressing engagement.” The
slight military man smiled and took two wads of £10 notes from his overcoat
pocket. He counted out £500 onto the dressing table. “Cash, no percentage to your agent. Nothing to do with Inland
Revenue. More than you earn in a year. Complete the job
successfully and there will be more."
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