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“That’s not very convincing.” Girland’s voice hardened. “Kung owns one of the finest collections of jewellery and jade in the world. You didn’t pick up some trifle before you left, planning to sell it and retire in comfort for the rest of your life?”

Erica stiffened for a brief moment, then she relaxed and smiled mockingly at him.

“Are you suggesting I am a thief?”

“Oh no, an opportunist, perhaps.” He regarded her. “Like myself.”

“You are beginning to interest me,” she said. “So you are an opportunist.” She studied him, then nodded. “You certainly look like one. Just who are you?”

“I won’t bore you with my biography. I am an opportunist. I search for a rainbow in every sky. Right now, I have to admit, it hasn’t got me anywhere.” Girland made a rueful grimace. “I work for the Central Intelligence Agency because the work offers me excitement, interest and money. When I am not working for them, I try to earn a living as a street photographer. But like you, I am bored with my way of life. I am looking for a big killing.”

“I think I would like a cigarette,” she said.

When he had given her one and lit it, she stared out of the window and he could see she was thinking.

As she said nothing for a minute or so, Girland said, “We are leaving here. We are going to stay in an apartment owned by a dealer in precious stones. He is also an opportunist. He has several rich contacts. He handles items without asking questions and he pays cash.”

She slowly turned her head and stared thoughtfully at him.

“Does he?”

Girland smiled at her.

“Think it over. If my boss is convinced you know nothing about Kung except the way he behaves in bed, he will drop you like a hot potato. Then you will be out on a limb. Your chums at the Chinese Embassy will come after you and you will end up like poor little Ginny with a hole in your head.”

“Do you think so?” She was very calm and her eyes mocking.

“Let’s leave it for now. You have a few days to think it over. Here is a beautiful wig. I’ll get Ginny’s uniform. We leave here in half an hour.”

When he had left the room, Erica Olsen stared out of the window, her slim fingers tapping gently on her knee.

The apartment was spacious, luxuriously furnished and had a magnificent view of the harbour, Onassis’ yacht, the Palace and the Casino. There was a big terrace with sun umbrellas, furniture, tubs crammed with begonias and geraniums and an orange tree heavy with fruit.

Erica stood on the terrace, her hands on the balcony rail and looked down at the view.

Girland said, “You settle in. I’m going down to organise dinner. I don’t think it would be wise for you to go out just yet.”

She didn’t say anything, but continued to stare down at the view. Her face was thoughtful. Girland had the idea she was wrestling with a problem. Leaving the apartment, he found a nearby Traiteur and ordered smoked salmon, coq au vin, forest strawberries and a carton of ice cream to be sent up to the apartment in a couple of hours’ time. It gave him some pleasure to pay for the meal with Dorey’s money. He thought regretfully that he was going to miss this luxury when eventually he returned to Paris, but cheered himself up with the reminder that with any luck he might return a rich man. Deciding to give Erica plenty of time to think, he drove to the Casino. He spent an hour there and lost thirty francs, then he drove back, took the elevator to the top floor of the building and entered Yew’s apartment.

Erica was sitting in the sun, a cigarette smouldering between her fingers. She had changed out of the Nurse’s uniform and was now wearing a white and blue dress that fitted her full, sensual curves. She didn’t look towards him, and seeing she was still preoccupied with her thoughts, he went into his bedroom, stripped off and took a cold shower. By the time he had shaved and changed, he heard her moving around in her bedroom which was opposite his.

“Dinner will be along in ten minutes,” he called and began to set the table on the terrace.

A little after 19.30 p.m. a boy delivered the meal and Girland, humming under his breath, set the food out on Yew’s beautiful Chinese plates.

He was drawing the cork from a bottle of Margaux ‘45 when Erica came out onto the terrace. She now seemed much more relaxed.

“This looks good,” she said as Girland drew out her chair. She smiled up at him. “You are very well organised, aren’t you?”

“When I have other people’s money to spend,” Girland said, sitting opposite her, “I’m right on the ball.” He poured a shot of vodka into two crystal glasses to go with the smoked salmon. “I’m not so hot when it comes to looking after my own money. I am better handling other people’s headaches than my own.”

“I’m not good either about handling my affairs.” She ate some salmon. “This is delicious.”

“That’s why I thought you and I could get together.” Girland passed a plate of brown bread and butter. “Tell me how you managed to get hold of Kung’s black pearl.”

She cut a piece of salmon, regarded it, then put it m her mouth. Watching her, Girland saw her face was expressionless.

“Is this Scotch or Norwegian salmon?” she asked.

He laughed.

“Scotch.”

“It is the best.” She sipped her vodka, then looked straight into his eyes. “This friend of yours with rich contacts. If he had the pearl, could he sell it?”

“Yes. The sale would be arranged very discreetly. There are still a number of collectors with lots of money who can’t resist anything really unique and who are prepared to buy and not ask questions.”

“Is that right?” She ate in silence and Girland, patient, enjoyed the salmon while waiting for her next move. When they had finished, he removed the plates and served the coq au vin that was standing on the electric hot plate.

“I am sure my friend won’t mind us drinking his best wine on such an occasion,” he said as he poured the Margaux. “This is a beauty.”

“Did your friend mention a price?” she asked after sampling the coq au vin and praising it.

“He would try for three million dollars. That would be gross, of course. He would have to have a cut.” Girland gave her his charming smile. “I would have to have one too.”

“What would be the price net then?”

“Two million which, of course, is a nice, useful sum.”

She regarded him thoughtfully, then nodded.

“I suppose it is.”

“But you were hoping for more?”

“One always does.” She laid down her knife and fork. “That was really very good. The wine is wonderful.”

“One should always eat well when arranging a deal.”

“Is that what we are doing?”

“I was under that impression.”

As she said nothing, he cleared the plates and put the strawberries on the table and the ice cream in one of Yew’s precious egg shell Chinese bowls.

She said suddenly, “There is always the possibility that he wouldn’t get three million dollars.”

“He seems pretty confident that he will get it.”

“The transaction would be in cash?”

“That would be a lot of cash. He could arrange to pay in Swiss bearer bonds. These are as good as cash and much more convenient to handle. That’s the way I would take my share.”

“You seem very sure you are going to have a share,” she said as she helped herself to ice cream.

“I’m not only an opportunist,” Girland said. “I am also an optimist.”

“Just how would the deal be handled?”

“Yew would have to see the pearl. He would have to satisfy himself it was Kung’s pearl and not a clever fake. He would then contact the buyer. There would be a minor delay, then the bonds would be handed over and that would be that.”