Gambit Page #5

with a certain looseness.

Looseness? It's a positive leap

of the poetic imagination.

Very good, sir. Well put.

- Still, we can't count our pennies.

- Oh, no, sir.

Not with millions in the offing.

- There she is.

- Great to meet you. You take care.

Hey, boys! Hi!

Wow. That was a very comfortable flight.

Excellent. Welcome to London.

Thank you. Oh, thank you, Major.

Yes, still holding.

Can't see her today? Any time today?

At the end of the day, could he see her?

Needn't take long.

No, I understand. No, I understand.

Right. Cheers.

Hey! Is this bothering you?

Not at all.

- I'm going to make some tea.

- OK.

- What you got hanging here?

- Sorry?

On your wall. Is this a Monet?

Careful.

Alfred Sisley. They were contemporaries.

It's of his son, Pierre.

The boy was ten at the time, I think.

Sure is small.

It cost me a ridiculous amount of money.

Rather put me in a hole.

I like it.

It's nice.

It's very beautiful.

- Good morning.

- You know what time it is, mate?

Yes, Mr Knowles. It's just coming...

Morning.

Psst. Come on, wake up.

He can see us now.

Creating and distributing news,

sports and entertainment.

- Come on, let's go.

- It's a jungle out there.

The lion's share of the world's media.

Shabandar. Hear us roar.

- Let me do the talking.

- Sure.

Ms Puznowski.

- Howdy.

- Delighted to meet you.

Good grief, Deane.

What happened to you?

A fellow in the pub expressed

a preference for Matisse over Czanne.

Had to set him straight.

I'm joking, of course.

Love Matisse. Use of colour.

No, bent down to pick something up,

bookshelf in the way. Hello, bango.

So, shall we sit?

So, how do you find London?

Well, everybody knows

the answer to that one.

You turn right at Greenland.

Indeed. And where are you staying?

Er, well, one of them,

erm, big hotels downtown.

I can't remember the name of it.

You remember, Harry?

- Connaught.

- Me neither.

- But it's one of them big ones.

- The Connaught.

We spoke about the Connaught Hotel.

That's a stupid name.

Staff seems pretty can-do.

You certain about the Connaught?

- Sorry?

- It's fine, I suppose.

But I'll make a few calls,

get our friend in at the Savoy.

- I much prefer it.

- Sir, there's really no need.

Let him do it, Harry. I'm sure

the service is plenty good there, too.

Good anywhere, I reckon,

if you got the do-re-mi.

And I don't mind shelling it out.

I guess Harry here told you about

this here painting I'm aiming to unload.

Ms Puznowski feels that in light of

the precedential value of the piece...

You're hardly her agent, Deane.

And anyway, Ms Puznowski seems

perfectly capable of expressing herself.

Well, yes, sir.

Yes, sir. English is my mother tongue.

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