dorothy gilman the unexpected mrs pollifax

Pollifax looked at the doctor and he in turn looked at her. The nurse walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, and Mrs. Reader’s Digest Condensation, October 1970įirst Ballantine Books Edition: December 1983 This edition published by arrangement with Doubleday & Company, Inc. Published in the United States by Fawcett Books, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.Īll the characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.įawcett Books and colophon are trademarks of Random House, Inc. Published by The Random House Publishing GroupĬopyright © 1966 by Dorothy Gilman Butters

“I’m Carstairs,” he said warmly, taking her hand. The image of everyone’s grandmother … and who would suspect his own grandmother of being a secret courier? His gaze traveled over the wisps of her white hair that refused to be confined, and marked the cheerful glance that was as interested and curious as his own. The first thing that struck him was that really absurd hat-it was difficult to overlook-with a single fuchsia-colored rose completely askew. Pollifax, who was seated alone in the waiting room. Carstairs caught his first glimpse of Mrs. He would have to find just the kind of person who could get away with ferrying state secrets across international borders … Carstairs of the CIA had been searching intently for the right person to smuggle those vital documents out of Mexico.

Dorothy gilman the unexpected mrs pollifax