He flew to the meetings of the Organization of African Unity in the tourist class cabin of a commercial airline as a deliberate example to his people. He was a beacon of hope, not the type to deal with Lucky Dragon.
Omeru? I don't believe it, Daniel said emphatically. Omeru is yesterday's man. He is old, redundant. He resists change and development. Soon he will go. It is being arranged.
Soon there will be a new man in Ubomo, young, dynamic. . . And greedy, Daniel suggested. What will Cheng; and Lucky Dragon have to do with all this? I do not know the details. Cheng does not trust me that far.
All I know is that he has asked me to deploy my people in Ubomo, to make my dispositions. Ready for the day. When will it be?
I do not know. I told you. But I think soon. This year? Next year?
I do not know, you must believe me, Doctor. I have held nothing back from you. I have fulfilled my part of the bargain.
Now you must keep yours. I think you are a man of honour, an Englishman, a gentleman. Am I correct, Doctor? What was our bargain, Mr. Singh? Refresh my memory, Daniel asked, never relaxing the pressure of the shotgun for a moment. After I told you all I know about Cheng, you promised to release me immediately, unharmed. Have I harmed you, Mr.
Singh? No, not yet. But Chetti Singh was sweating again now, more copiously than before. The expression on the white man's face was murderous.
Daniel reached across him, and seized the door handle. It was so unexpected, so quick that Chetti Singh had no chance to react. He was hunched against the door, trying to get away from the shotgun. You are free to go, Mr. Singh, Daniel said softly.
With one hand he wrenched open the driver's door of the Cadillac and laced his other hand in the centre of Chetti Singh's chest. With all the strength of his anger and disgust, he shoved.
The door flew open. Chetti Singh was leaning his full weight against it.
The thrust of Daniel's arm hurled him outwards. He fell on his back on to the cement floor of the warehouse, and rolled over twice. He lay there stunned and paralysed with shock.
Daniel slammed the door of the Cadillac shut and locked it.
He switched on the headlights. For a moment nothing changed.
Chetti Singh lay on the floor outside the vehicle and Daniel stared down at him mercilessly through the shatterproof glass.
Somewhere in the dim depths of the warehouse the leopard sawed hoarsely.
Chetti Singh bounded to his feet and threw himself against the side of the Cadillac, scrabbling at the window with his bare hands. His face contorted. You cannot do this to me. The leopard .
. . Please, Doctor. His voice was muted by the intervening glass, but still the raw panic was shrill in his voice and a dribble of saliva broke from the corner of his mouth.
Daniel regarded him dispassionately, his arms folded and his jaw clenched. Anything, screamed Chetti Singh. I'll give you anything He glanced over his shoulder, and his expression was wild with terror as he turned back to Daniel. He had glimpsed that deadly shadow, circling silently in the gloom. Money, he mouthed imploringly, slapping his pink palms on the glass. Please, I'll give you as much, a million dollars. I will give you anything. just let me in. Please, please, I beg you, Doctor. Don't leave me out here. The leopard coughed, an abrupt explosion of sound filled with infinite menace. Chetti Singh spun round to face the darkness, cowering against the side of the vehicle.
Get back, Nandi" His voice was a high-pitched shriek. Back! Back to your cage! They both saw the leopard then, crouched in the alley between two walls of packing-cases. Its eyes reflected the headlights, yellow and glittering. Its tail flicked back and forth with a mesmeric rhythm. It was watching Chetti Singh. No! screamed Chetti Singh.
No, you can't leave me to that brute. Please, Doctor. Please I implore you.
The leopard raised its lip in a silent snarl of hatred and Chetti Singh urinated in a steady stream down the front of his khaki slacks.
It puddled on the cement floor around his sandalled feet. It's going to kill me! This is inhuman. Please . . . You can't allow this, please let me in. Suddenly Chetti Singh's nerve snapped.
He pushed himself off the side of the Cadillac and ran for the closed main doors of the warehouse, a hundred feet away in the looming darkness.
He had not covered half that distance before the cat was on him. It came from behind, snaking low across the bare cement floor, and rose to settle upon Chetti Singh's shoulders.
They looked like some grotesque hunchbacked creature with two heads, and then Chetti Singh was thrown forward by the leopard's weight and borne to the floor. In a kicking clawing tangle they rolled together, Chetti Singh's screams blending with the rattling growls of the leopard.
For a moment the man came to his knees, but instantly the leopard was on him again, going for his face. Chetti Singh tried to hold it off with his bare hands, thrusting them into its open jaws and the leopard clamped down on his wrist.
Even in the closed sedan Daniel heard the bones of the wrist go, crunching like dry toast, and Chetti Singh screamed on a shriller note.
Goaded to superhuman effort by the pain he came to his feet with the leopard hanging on his arm.
He staggered in an erratic circle, beating at the cat with his fist, trying to break its grip on his other wrist. The leopard's back legs were slashing down the front of his thighs, ripping the khaki slacks, blood and urine mingling as the hooked yellow claws opened his flesh from groin to knee.
Chetti Sing blundered into a high pile of cardboard cartons, bringing them tumbling down around himself, and then his strength could no longer sustain the weight of the animal upon him. He collapsed again with the leopard still on top of him.
The leopard ripped and bit and worried, and Chetti Singh's movements were becoming uncoordinated. Like an electric toy with a weakening battery he was slowing down. His screams were becoming feebler.
Daniel slid across to the controls of the Cadillac. As he started the engine, the leopard sprang back from its victim and stared at the vehicle uncertainly. Its tail lashed from side to side.
Daniel reversed slowly down off the loading ramp, and then manoeuvred the Cadillac so that its bulk would be between him and the leopard when he left the car and went to the door. He left the engine running and the headlights on and stepped out of the Cadillac. He watched the leopard steadfastly as he backed the few paces to the control-box.
The leopard was almost thirty yards from him but he never took his eyes off it as he inserted the key into its slot and the heavy door rumbled open. He left the key in the slot, and then dropped the shotgun and backed out through the door.
He was careful not to run or to make any other hurried movement that might provoke the leopard, even though the body of the Cadillac should inhibit a charge, and the animal already had its victim. Daniel was now well out of the cat's attack circle.
Daniel turned at last and strode away into the night.
He used Chawe's key-card to let himself out into the street, closed the main gates behind him and then broke into a jogtrot.
When they found Chetti Singh in the morning it would be apparent that for some unexplained reason he had gone to the wrong premises in response to the fire alarm call, and he had been attacked by his own animal while he was in the process of opening the warehouse door. The police would reason that left-hand drive controls of the Cadillac had made it necessary for him to leave the vehicle in order to operate the door controls.
Daniel had left no fingerprints or other incriminating evidence behind him.
When he reached the furthest corner of the perimeter fence, Daniel paused and looked back. The glow of the Cadillac's headlights still lit the open warehouse door. He saw a dark feline shape, low and slinky, slip out through the door and streak to the high mesh of the perimeter fence.