No Comebacks

No ComebacksSitting in the bright July sunshine, two men ordered a drink one day at a café in the Rue Miollin. The Englishman's name was not Barrie---that was borrowed from a dimly remembered writer---and the Corsican's name was not Calvi---that was a village in Corsica where he had been born, but these were the names they used for the moment. A voice on the telephone, belonging to a man they had never seen, had arranged the precise time and place of this meeting. It was to last no more than 20...