![]() ![]() There was also a bulky gold wristwatch on a well-used brown crocodile strap. It contained the typical membership badges of the rich man's club - a money clip, made of a Mexican fifty-dollar piece and holding a substantial wad of banknotes, a well-used gold Dunhill lighter, an oval gold cigarette case with the wavy ridges and discreet turquoise button that means Faberge, and the sort of novel a rich man pulls out of the bookcase to take into the garden - The Little Nugget - an old P.G. To judge by the glittering pile, this had been, or was, a rich man. Even the little pile of objects in the grass beside his head might have been his personal effects, meticulously assembled in full view so that no one should think that something had been stolen by his rescuers. He might have been drowned and fished out of the pool and laid out on the grass to dry while the police or the next-of-kin were summoned. The naked man who lay splayed out on his face beside the swimming pool might have been dead. ![]()
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