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"He's worse," Kaiser grunted. "The man is an insolent raider. Well-financed, but a pirate all the same."

Mevlevi raised an eyebrow. "Surely you have the resources to repel his advance?"

"You'd think that controlling sixty percent of the bank's shares would guarantee me a healthy margin of comfort. Not in democratic Switzerland. We never expected to be bested by one of our own countrymen. Our laws were written to keep the barbarians beyond the pale. As for ourselves, we Swiss are saints, one and all. Today it's the enemy within we have to defend against."

"What exactly do you need, Wolfgang? Is this about your loan?"

What the hell else did he think it was about?

"The terms stand," said Kaiser in his politest voice. "Ninety days is all we require. You'll have your cash back with a ten percent kicker. Come, Ali, that's not just reasonable, it's damned generous."

"Generous it is." Mevlevi reached a hand across the table to pat the Chairman's arm. "Generous you have always been, my friend."

Kaiser pushed his shoulders back and offered a humble smile. What charade was this he must play? The utter pretense of it made him ill. Acting as if all these years he had sheltered the Pasha's income of his own volition.

"You must understand," Mevlevi continued, "that if I had such a bountiful reserve of cash at this time, it would be yours. Damn the interest, I'm no shylock. Unfortunately my cash flow is dreadful at this time of year."

"What about the forty million that passed through your accounts on Friday afternoon?"

"Already spoken for. My business does not allow for credit."

"The full two hundred million isn't necessary. Half of that amount would be sufficient. We must have an order to buy on the floor tomorrow morning when the exchange opens. I ca

"The world is changing, Wolfgang. Perhaps it's time for younger men to have a go at it."

"Change is anathema in the world of private banking. Tradition is what our clients seek; security is what we at USB offer best. The Adler Bank is just another hustler on the street."

Mevlevi smiled as if amused. "The free market is a dangerous place."

"It shouldn't be the floor of the Colosseum," Kaiser argued. "A loan of seventy million francs is the least we could accept. Don't tell me that with your substantial investments, you can't commit to such a small sum."

"Small sum, indeed. I should ask you the same question." Again the amused grin. "If you recall, a good deal of my assets are already in your hands. Two percent of your outstanding shares, no?"

Kaiser leaned closer to the table, wondering what Mevlevi found so damned fu

"My poor cash flow dictates that I say no. I'm sorry, Wolfgang."

Kaiser smiled wistfully. Sorry, was he? Then why was he so fucking delighted by USB's imminent demise? Kaiser reached for his glass of wine but stopped halfway there. He had one last chip. Why not burn it with the rest of them? He lifted his eyes to his companion's and said, "I'll throw in young Neuma

Mevlevi tucked in his chin. "Will you? I didn't realize he was yours to throw anywhere."

"I've come across some interesting information. Our young friend is quite the investigator. It seems he has some questions about his father's past." In his mind, Kaiser apologized to Nicholas, saying he was sorry but that he'd been left no choice, that he'd done everything he could to make a place for him by his side but that unfortunately he had no room for traitors. He'd told his father practically the same thing nearly twenty years before.

"That should concern you more than me," said Mevlevi.

"I don't think so. Neuma

"Nor mine." Mevlevi sipped his wine. "Not any longer."

"Neuma

"Goldluxe," Mevlevi cried in jest. "A name from another century. Another epoch. Let him learn all he wants about Goldluxe. I don't think the authorities will show much interest in a laundering operation shut down eighteen years ago. Do you?"

"Of course, you're right, Ali. But, personally, I wouldn't be comfortable knowing that such a bright young man with so much to make up for was looking closely at my past. Who knows what else he's found?"

Mevlevi pointed an inquisitive finger at Kaiser. "Why are you telling me this now?"

"I found out myself only last night."

"Do you expect me to be afraid of these revelations? Should I cower in front of you with my purse held wide open? I have Neuma

A tuxedo-clad maitre d' appeared with a white-jacketed waiter at his side. The captain supervised the serving of a grilled Chilean sea bass in a black bean sauce. All conversation ceased until the plates were set down and both waiters out of earshot.

"My duty has always been to look after your best interests," continued Kaiser. "To be honest, I thought bringing you this information would be worth at least forty million francs. That amount should buy us one full percentage point."

" 'One full point?' " Mevlevi repeated. "You're giving me Neuma

"Ask him yourself. It's not what Nicholas knows, but what his father knew. And wrote down. Some mention of the FBI, I believe. The boy has his father's diary."

"Why are you so smug?"

Kaiser lied smoothly. "I've seen the pages. I'm in the clear."

"If Neuma

"If I am going to lose the bank to Klaus Konig, I don't give a damn. Twenty years ago you robbed me of any other life I might have had. If the bank is going down, let me go down with it."

"You never wanted any other kind of life. If you prefer to use my actions to soothe your guilty conscience, go ahead. In your heart you know you are no different from me." Mevlevi pushed his plate toward the center of the table. "I am sorry, Wolfgang. Banking is your business. If you can't protect yourself from those more competitive, perhaps even more competent than yourself, I can't be to blame."

Kaiser could feel his face flushing as his desperation increased. "Dammit, Ali. I know you have the money. You've got to give me it. You owe me."

Mevlevi slammed his hand on the table. "I owe you nothing!"

Kaiser's eyes bulged and his neck grew crimson. He felt as if the floor had been ripped out from under him. How could this be happening?

Mevlevi sat back in his chair, once again the picture of cool restraint. "Still, in appreciation of your telling me the news about young Neuma

"Gino Makdisi? The man is a hoodlum."

"His money is as green as yours. Pecunia non oelat. Practically your country's anthem, isn't it? Money hath no odor. He'll be pleased to accept your generous terms."

"Those terms are for you only. We could never do business with a member of the Makdisi family."