Windfall

Pasternak raised his eyebrows. 'The State Department does not run its affairs on the basis of newspaper reports, Mr Gu

Gu

'Which foundation?'

'Ol Njorowa,' said Gu

'Yes,' said Pasternak meditatively. 'I read they'd come into money but I didn't know about Hendrix.' He thought for a moment, then said, 'How long are you staying in Kenya, Mr Gu

Gu

Pasternak made no comment. He drew the notepad towards him, and said, 'If you'll give me the name of your hotel here, and your home address, I think that's about all.'

'What do you want my home address for?'

'I doubt if you'll be staying in Kenya indefinitely,' said Pasternak reasonably. 'We might want to talk to you again, even back in the States. And if you intend moving about in Kenya we'd like to know your itinerary in advance.'

'Why?'

'We might want to get hold of you in a hurry. For identification purposes, for instance.' Again it was a reasonable request. Pasternak wrote down the addresses, then pushed a button and stood up. 'That's all, Mr Gu

'You'd better find him,' said Gu

A man entered the room. Pasternak said, 'The messenger will escort you downstairs.' He smiled. 'If you're in the security business you'll realize why we don't like people wandering around the building.'

Gu

Pasternak turned to the typewriter and wrote a request for any known information on John Gu

The telex was addressed to Langley, Virginia.

An hour later Pasternak was interrupted again. The telephone rang and Gleeson said 'Mr Hardin is asking for you.'

Pasternak frowned, hunting in his mind for a co

There was a pause and a few mumbled words, then Gleeson said, 'Yes; Ben Hardin.'

'Have him brought up.' Pasternak depressed the telephone cradle and dialled. 'Send in some more coffee.' When Hardin entered the room he stood up and smiled. 'Well, hello, Ben. It's been a long time. What are you doing in Kenya?'

They shook hands and Hardin sat down. 'A sort of working vacation,' he said. 'I haven't been here in years. Nairobi has changed some but the country hasn't. I thought I'd drop in to see if there was anyone I knew from the old days.'

'And you found me.' Pasternak smiled. 'It's certainly been a long time. What are you doing these days?'

'Working for a British outfit.' Hardin shrugged. 'A guy has to earn a living.'

'I'd stick in Kenya,' advised Pasternak. 'I wouldn't go into Tanzania. You'll still be on a list after what you did in Dares-Salaam. I know it was years ago but those guys have long memories.'

'I'm not going anywhere near Tanzania,' said Hardin. 'Not even to the border. I hear it's not safe even for tourists.'

'You heard about that?'

'It made the London papers,' said Hardin. 'I read about it over there.'

'It will have made the New York papers, too,' agreed Pasternak gloomily. 'If it hasn't yet, it will. One of the guys who was kidnapped has just been in here bending my ear. The other American, the one who came back. Gu

'Gu

'Do you know him?'

'I used to work for him after I left the Company. He's ex-Company, too.'

'I didn't know that,' said Pasternak. He poured a couple of cups of coffee while he thought. That would explain the recognition of the Kalashnikovs, but it did hot explain why Gu

'A 22-carat bastard,' said Hardin, and hesitated. 'Look, Mike, I'd just as soon Gu

Pasternak shrugged. 'No reason for me to tell him, Ben. Who are you working for?'

'Stafford Security Consultants of London. I joined them when Gu

The facts in Pasternak's mind rearranged themselves into a different pattern. Another security crowd! 'You said "a working vacation." How much is work and how much vacation?'

'About fifty-fifty,' said Hardin. 'Max Stafford, my boss, is in Nairobi too. We're giving Kenya the once-over to see if it's ripe for us to move in.' He thought for a moment. 'Damn it; I'll bet that's why Gu

Pasternak smiled genially. 'You know better than to ask that, Ben. You're not in the Company any more and, even if you were, I wouldn't tell you i damned thing and you know it.' He leaned forward. 'I've got the idea you aren't here just to talk about old times, so why don't you spill it?'

'You always were sharp,' said Hardin with a grin. 'It's like this. Stafford has Europe pretty much tied up. Our clients are the multinational corporations and a couple of them aren't happy about their security out here, so they want Stafford to set up shop in Kenya. Well, he's not going to do it blind, and he'll need more than two clients to make it profitable, so he's here to see for himself. Follow me so far?"

'You're doing fine,' said Pasternak dryly. 'Come to the point.'

'We ran across a couple of guys who seem to be the cat's whiskers in our line, very smooth and efficient. Trouble is that Stafford thinks they're co

'It would be the kiss of death if it came out,' agreed Pasternak soberly. He reached for a pen. 'Who are these guys?'

'A black Kenyan called Pete Chipende and a Sikh, Nair Singh. Know them?'

Pasternak was so taken by surprise that his pen made a scrawled line on the pad. He controlled himself and wrote down the names. 'No, but I guess I can find out, given time.' His mind was busy with the implications of what he had just heard. 'What kind of a guy is Stafford?'

'Not bad – so far,' said Hardin judiciously. 'He hasn't cut any corners yet, not that I know of.'

'Maybe I'll meet him some time,' said Pasternak. 'What about a drink together?'