Feb 25, 2009 17:36
These guys weren’t dirty, rotten scoundrels. No, they were a clean pair of heels: neat of appearance, polite of demeanour, no foul language. Even their getaways were clean.
Guys called Wyndham are always bad news. Wyndham Earl played a mean game of chess; Wyndham Lewis played too gaily with Nazi sympathies for some people’s taste. Wyndham Brandon was the smart guy.
That is not to say that Charles Granillo was intellectually slow, but he was the slow one of the two. As a pair, though, they had some academic clout. And that was what the whole thing was about; it was all for show. That’s how come nobody ever found out about it. Or that was the plan anyway.
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It has now been some six years since I last read Rope by Mr. Hamilton. Or, indeed, four or so since I last watched Mr. Hitchcock’s screen version.
I may well be confusing the characters and I can’t remember whether they get caught at the end.