The Cuckoo comes in April

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Napoleon Solo was on the point of knocking but he paused and smiled. How strange...

No one knew what Illya Kuryakin did when he went home.

Music.

The Russian polymath, explosive expert, skilled and formidable fighter, his usually distant - sometimes prickly – partner played guitar. He played guitar and... Napoleon Solo listened. He played guitar and...

Suddenly the door burst open.

“What the hell are you doing here, Napoleon?”

The guitar in his hand, the young man with his – too – long blond hair, his black turtleneck and his black pants stood barefoot, staring at him warily.

Napoleon couldn't help smiling again.