Rope of Sand Page #2

Oh, put him on.

Mr. Martingale is ready.

Oh.

Hello, Paul.

Sorry to interrupt you holiday,

but your instructions

were to report anything of an

unusual or unexpected nature.

Mike Davis has returned.

I have no intention of making

the same mistake again,

although I scarcely regard

it as a mistake.

I felt I should inform you as

to what my course of action

will be.

Your course of action

will be no action

whatsoever until I return.

Unless of course he should be so

foolish as to try to enter

the prohibited area.

I'll be up by plane

in the morning.

By the way, what happened to

my membership application?

Oh, I'm very sorry, Paul.

I'm afraid some wretch has

blackballed you again.

Better luck next time.

Mr. Martingale, Mr.

Parker's secretary

called from his office.

He's supposed to meet miss

Suzanne Renaud, daughter of a

rather important French

stockholder here.

But he's been detained and asked

if you could entertain

her until he arrives.

Till he arrives?

Earlier today he told me he

was going up country.

Tell me, Jacques, is there any

other unescorted girl but this

one?

No, sir.

Jacques, I'm indebted to you.

Or I may never forgive you.

I get your pardon.

I don't know what you want,

monsieur, but I do know that

if you are not gone in five

seconds, I'll call the head

waiter.

He will tell you that my name

is Martingale and that Mr.

Parker has appointed me

his ego alternate.

Oh, Mr. Martingale,

I'm so sorry.

My thought entirely.

Now would you like to

join our party?

Oh, if you don't mind,

I'd prefer a taxi.

Perhaps some other place.

No, just my hotel.

My car's outside.

Oh, thank you but I'm staying

across town at the royale.

Oh, that happens to

be hotel, too.

And I'm tired of all this

nonsense anyway.

In that case.

I'll take you along

with pleasure.

Thank you.

Yes.

C'mon, what about it?

Oh, it's not so late.

I have a little headache.

Well, champagne's good for that.

Oh, you will excuse me.

Thank you very much.

Oh.

Good night.

Good night.

What's the matter?

Oh, I thought I had my key, but

I don't seem to be able to

find it.

I'll go to the desk.

Oh, don't worry.

I can call from your room.

I'll do it for you.

Thank you.

I'm giving you so much trouble.

Prerogative of a

beautiful woman.

If you take one more step, I...

I'll scream.

In any case, I'll scream Mr.

Martingale unless you pay me

100 pounds.

I suppose this is what I

deserve for forgetting my age.

But I am unmarried.

Why shouldn't I pay?

The directors of your

company, perhaps.

I can always clear myself

if it reaches court.

100 pounds.

The lawyer's fees alone

should come to that.

Not to mention the

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