“And your new employers?” asked the don. “Every bed has lice,” said Keller. “Only the spoon,” replied the don, “knows the pot’s sorrows.” — Daniel Silva Copy Share Image
“Where is he?” “Five miles due west of Ajaccio.” The don smiled. “Or thereabouts.” “Alive one hour,” said Keller, quoting a Corsican proverb, “dead the next.” — Daniel Silva Copy Share Image
