Страница 115 из 170
"Can you see that a package is delivered to my publisher in New Yorkr And when Morgan's suspicions were unabated, "It's only the final pages of my i -Lew manuscript, give you my word." Hill Okay, then," said Morgan Oxford dubiously. "I'll see he gets it." Craig fetched the British Airways bag from the hired Land-Rover at the far end of the car park. "Look after it," he pleaded. "It's my heart's blood and my hope of salvation." He watched the green Ford drive away and went back into the hospital building.
"What was all that about the banks and loansr Sally A
"It means that when I asked you to marry me I was a millionaire." Craig came back to sit on the edge of her bed.
"Now I'm just about as broke as anybody who has no assets and owes a couple of million bucks can be."
"You've got the new book. Ashe Levy says it's a wi
"Darling, if I wrote a bestseller every year for the rest of my life, I would just about keep level with the interest payments on what I owe to Henry Pickering and his banks." She stared at him.
"So what I am trying to say is this my original offer is up for review, you've got a chance to change your mind.
You don't have to marry me."
"Craig," she said. "Lock the door and pull the shutters."
"You've got to be joking not here, not now! It's probably a serious offence in this country, illicit cohabitation or something." Listen, mister, when you are wanted for murder and armed insurrection, a little bit of illicit nip and tuck with your future husband, even, if he is a pauper, sits lightly on the conscience." raig picked Sally -A
"Sister had them washed and mended-" she stopped as she saw the Land-Rover. "What's this? I thought we were broke."
"The computer hasn't had the happy news yet, they are still honouring my American Express card."
"Is that kosher?"
"When you owe five big Ms, lady, another couple al hundred bucks sits pretty lightly on the conscience." lie gri
"You're taking it very well, Craig." She slid across the seat closer to him.
"We are both alive that is cause for fireworks and general rejoicing. As for the money well, I don't think I aire. When I've got money was truly cut out to be a million I spend all my time worrying about losing it. It saps mi energy. Now that I've lost it, I feel free again in a fu
"You're happy to have lost everything you ever owned?" She turned sideways in the seat to look at him. "Even for you, that's cuckoo!" I'm not happy, no," he denied the charge. "What I truly regret is losing King's Ly
We could have made something wonderful out of them, you and I. I regret that very much and I regret Tungata Zebiwe."
"Yes. We destroyed him." Both of them were sobered and saddened. "If there, was only something we could do for him."
"Not a damned thing." Craig shook his head. "Despite Timon's assurances, we don't know that he is still alive, and even if he is, we don't have the faintest idea where he is, or how to find him." They rattled across the railway lines and into the main street of Francistown.
""Jewel of the north"," said Craig. "Population two thousand, main industry consumption of alcoholic beverage, reason for existing uncertain." He parked outside the single hotel. "As you can see, total population now in permanent residence in the public bar." However, the young Botswana receptionist was pretty and efficient.
"Mr. Mellow, there is a lady waiting to see you," she called, as Craig entered the lobby. Craig did not recognize his visitor, not until Sally-A
"Sarah!" she cried. "How did you get here? How did you find usT Craig's room had two single beds with a dressing-table between them, a threadbare imitation Persian rug on the shiny red-painted cement floor and a single wooden chair.
The two girls sat on one bed, with their legs curled up under them in that double-jointed feminine attitude.
"They told me at the Red Cross that you had been found in the desert and brought in by the police, Miss Jay."
"My name is Sally' A
it Craig sat in the sttaight-backed wooden chair and remembered his stormy meeting with Tungata when he had come to him for assistance in acquiring King's Ly
Had it been an act, then? Even now he found that hard tory so believe. Tungata's passion had been so real, his fit convincing.