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“Good God, why not?”
“Because Krupkin obviously never told Charlie that he knew meCasset may have the deal, but
I’m dealing
“With what? How?”
“David—Jason—has over five million in the CaymansWith only a spit of that amount I’ll turn
Kruppie so he’ll be working only for us, if we need him or want him to
“Which means you don’t trust Casset
“Not so,” said Alex“I trust Charlie with my lifeIt’s just that I’m not sure I want it in his hands
He and Peter Holland have their priorities and we have oursTheirs is Medusa; ours are David and
Marie
“Messieurs?” The hostess returned and addressed Conklin“Your car has arrived, sirIt is on the
south platform
“You’re sure it’s for me?” asked Alex
“Forgive me, monsieur, but the attendant said a MrSmith had a difficult leg
“He’s certainly right about that
“I’ve called a porter to carry your luggage, messieursIt’s a rather long walkHe’ll meet you on
the platform Conklin got to his feet and reached into his pocket, pulling out money
“Pardon, monsieur,” interrupted the hostess“We are not permitted to accept gratuitiesMy suitcase is behind your counter, isn’t it?”
“Where your escort left it, sirAlong with the doctor’s, it will be at the platform within
minut