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thirty-two years, this despite her father's large fortune and respected

title.

Gareth glanced sideways at her and saw all too clearly why this should

be. The first adjective which sprang to mind was "horsey', but it was

not the correct one, Gareth decided.

"Comely'or'camel-like' would convey a much more accurate description.

A besotted camel, he thought, as he intercepted the adoring gaze which

she fixed upon him as she sat sideways upon the luxurious leather

seats.

"Jolly good of you to let me take your Pater's bus for a spin, old

girl. And she simpered at the endearment, exposing the huge yellowish

teeth under the large nose.

A V A "Definitely thinking of buying one myself, when I get home.

Can't beat the old Benters, what?" Gareth swung the long black

limousine off the metal led road and it plunged forward smoothly over

the dusty rutted track that led northwards along the coast through the

palm trees.

An ask ari policeman recognized the fluttering pe

wing, red and blue and gold with rampant lion and unicorn, and he

pulled himself to foot-stamping attention and flung a flamboyant

salute. Gareth touched the brim of his hat to the ma

turned to his companion who had not taken her eyes from his ta

noble face since they had left the grounds of Government House.

"There is a good view place up ahead, looks out across actually.

Thought we'd park the cha

nodded vehemently, unable to trust herself to speak.

Gareth was glad of that she had a squeaky little treble and he smiled

his gratitude. That brilliant, completely irresistible smile,

and the girl blushed a mottled purple.

She had good eyes, Gareth tried to convince himself, that is if you

like camels" eyes. Huge sorrowful pools with long matted lashes.

He would concentrate on the eyes and try and avoid the teeth. He felt

a sudden small twinge of concern. "I hope she doesn't bite in the

critical moments.

With those choppers, she could inflict a mortal wound." For a moment

he considered abandoning the project. Then he made himself imagine a

pile of one thousand sovereigns, and his courage returned.

Gareth braked the Bentley and searched for the turnoffs It was well

concealed by underbrush and he missed it and had to back up.

Gently he eased the gleaming limousine down into a small clearing,

walled in by fern and scrub and roofed over by the cathedral arches of

the palms.

"Well, here we are, what?" Gareth pulled on the hand brake and turned

to his companion. "Actually you can see the cha

neck a bit." He leaned forward to demonstrate, and with a convulsive

leap the Governor's daughter sprang upon him. Gareth's last controlled

thought was that he must avoid the teeth.

Jake Barton waited until the huge glistening Bentley began to heave and

toss on its suspension like a lifeboat in a gale, before he rose from

the cover of the ferns and, carpet-bag in hand, crept around to the

bo

household pe

The noise he made in opening and lifting the engine cowling was

effectively smothered by the whi

-of the car, and Jake glanced through the windscreen and caught one

horrifying glimpse of the Governor's daughter's white limbs, long and

shapeless and knobbly kneed as a camel's kicking ecstatically at the

roof of the cab before he ducked his head into the engine.

He worked swiftly, his lips pursed but the tune stealthily muted,

and his brow creased with concentration as the carburettor jumped and

heaved unpredictably under his hands and the whi



the high-pitched exhortations to greater effort and speed rang

louder.

The resentment he had felt at Gareth Swales's refusal to assist in

painting the iron ladies faded swiftly. He was pushing and pulling his

full weight now, and his efforts made even the most gruelling manual

labour seem insignificant.

As Jake lifted the entire carburettor assembly off the engine block and

stowed it into the carpet-bag, there was one last piercing shriek and

the Bentley came to an abrupt rest while a ringing silence fell over

the palm grove.

Jake Barton crept silently away through the undergrowth leaving his

partner stu

French underwear.

"I want you to believe that in my weakened condition it was a long walk

home. At the same time, I had to try and convince the lady that we

were not betrothed."

"We'll get you a citation," Jake promised him,

and emerged from the engine housing of the armoured car.

"With disregard for his own personal safety Major Gareth Swales held

the pass, stan ned the breach, battered down the gates-"

"Terribly amusing," growled Gareth. "But, just like you, I have a

reputation to maintain. It would embarrass me in certain circles if

this got out,

old son. Mum's the word, what?"

"You have my word of honour," Jake told him seriously, and stooped over

the crank handle. She fired at the first turn and settled to a steady

rhythm to which Jake listened for a few moments before he gri

"Listen to her, the bloody little beauty," and he turned to

Gareth. "Wasn't it worth it just to hear that sweet burbling song?"

Gareth rolled his eyes in agonized memory and Jake went on. "Four of

them. Four lovely, well-behaved ladies. What more could you ask out

of life?"

"Five,"said Gareth promptly, and Jake scowled.

"We'd put my name on the fifth one," he wheedled. "I'd sign a

statement to protect your reputation." But the expression on Jake's

face was sufficient answer.

"No?" Gareth sighed. "I predict that your sentimental,

oldfashioned outlook is going to get us both into a lot of trouble."

"We can split up now."

"Wouldn't dream of it, old son. Actually, it would have been dicey

peddling a dead one to those Ethiops. They've got these dirty great

swords, and it's not only your head that they lop off or so I hear. No,

we'll settle for just the four, then." May

22nd the Du

immediately surrounded by a swarm of barges and lighters. She was the

flagship of the Union Castle Line, outward bound from Southampton to

Cape Town, Durban, Lourenco Marques, Dares Salaam and Jibuti.

Two suites and ten double cabins of the first class accommodation were

taken up by Lij Mikhael Wasan Sagud and his entourage. The Lij was a

scion of the royal house of Ethiopia that traced its line back to

King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba. He was a trusted member of the

Emperor's i

piece of mountain and desert country in the northern provinces the size

of Scotland and Wales combined.

The Ras was returning to his homeland after six months of petitioning

the foreign ministers of Great Britain and France, and lobbying in the

halls of the League of Nations in Geneva, trying to gather pledges of

support for his country in the face of the gathering storm clouds of

Fascist Italian aspirations towards an African Empire.