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Taffari asked, as Kajo respectfully handed him the drink. Of course not, Cheng said. But once she has recovered the tape from the embassy we must get rid of her. He hesitated. I could arrange that personally. Ephrem Taffari smiled at him over the rim of the glass.
Ah, yes. He nodded. I have heard that you have a rather unusual hobby, Mr. Ning. I am not quite sure what you are implying, Mr.
President, he answered stiffly. I was merely offering to make certain that the job was done properly. We don't want any more loose ends.
Quite right, Mr. Ning, Taffari agreed.
The woman is becoming a bore.
I have lost interest in her. Once we have recovered the tape, she is yours. just make certain that there are no mistakes.
Trust me, Mr. President. Oh yes, Mr. Ning, I trust you just as completely as you trust Me. After all, we are partners, are we not?
My arrangement with Da
Anyway, thank you for your time and I'll explain to Da
He hesitated. I don't want you to do anything you feel is not right, Bo
Good Lord, my dear young lady, it. isn't a case of not trusting you.
Oh, that's what I thought it was. She fluttered her eyelids at him.
Would you mind signing a receipt? Sorry to be so awkward, but I must cover myself with Da
Sir Michael went into the adjoining room and she heard him put a key into a lock and then the metallic sound of the door lugs of a steel safe opening and closing. A few minutes later he returned and handed her a bulky manila envelope with Daniel's name printed on it. She tried not to make her relief apparent, but her hand shook as he handed it to her.
Please give Da
I'm flying up to join him this afternoon.
Bo
Bo
Then she let out a deep breath and fell back against the seat.
President Taffari is waiting for you on his yacht, Miss Mahon, Captain Kajo told her, and took the lakeside road down to the harbour.
The yacht was moored at the naval jetty beyond the fish factory. The vessel had been the toy of a wealthy Asian businessman, one of those whom Taffari had deported and seneback to the United Kingdom when he came to power. of course, he had confiscated all the Asian's property, and this vessel was now the presidential yacht.
It was a forty-five-footer Camper and Nicholson with lovely lines, equipped with every luxury, although most of the electronic equipment had long ago failed and had not been replaced, and the paintwork and sails were no longer pristine. However, the bar was well stocked and since the yacht very seldom left its berth, the lack of navigational and sailing gear was not critical.
There were two men in the main cabin, seated at the red teak saloon table facing each other.
President Taffari was perusing the monthly operating report and profit-and-loss accounts of UDC, smiling and nodding as he did so.
Ning; Cheng Gong was watching him expectantly.
When Taffari lowered the document and looked up, Cheng answered his smile. I am impressed, Mr. Ning. It is only a very short time since you arrived in Ubomo to take control of the company, but the results are really quite spectacular. You are very gracious, Your Excellency.
Cheng bowed slightly. But I can truthfully say that I expect an even greater improvement in the months ahead. There were many problems that my English predecessor left for me, but these are being resolved. What about the vehicle maintenance depot? This is one of my major areas of concern. Taffari's smile faded. And rightly so, Mr. President. We have over a thousand heavy vehicles in service, not counting the actual MOMU installations. Our maintenance costs were ru
Their discussion lasted another hour before there were footsteps on the deck outside and a polite knock on the cabin door.
Who is it? Taffari called. Captain Kajo, Mr. President, and Miss Mahon.
Taffari glanced at Cheng significantly and the Chinaman nodded. This was the reason that the meeting was being held on board the yacht, rather than in the boardroom at Lake House. Come in! Taffari ordered, and the door slid aside. Kajo stooped his long frame into the cabin and saluted awkwardly. I have Miss Mahon waiting in the Landrover on the dock, he reported.
Did she pick up the packet? Taffari asked anxiously. Yes, sir. She has it with her. Again Taffari and Cheng exchanged glances, but now both of them were smiling again. All right, Captain. Taffari nodded.
You have your orders. Yes, Mr. President. I am to accompany Mr.
Ning and Miss Mahon on the expedition to Lamu Island and I am to - No need to repeat them, Captain, Taffari interrupted. Just carry them out to the letter.
Now you may bring Miss Mahon aboard. She burst into the cabin and went directly to Ephrem Taffari, ignoring the other man at the table.
I've got it, Ephrem, she gloated.
Here it is. She laid the envelope in front of him and he picked it up, tore it open and shook out the video cassette. Are you sure this is the one? Yes, that's my notation on the label. My handwriting.
It's the one, all right. Well done. I am extremely pleased with you, Taffari told her. Come and sit beside me, my dear. She accepted the offer with alacrity and Taffari laid his hand on her thigh below the table-top.