Rope of Sand Page #5

Is this interesting?

It's interesting.

Yes.

Well, eventually he found him

delirious and fantastic as it

sounds, wallowing, but

wallowing in a

virtual bed of diamonds.

He got him back, but the two

fell into the hands of the

diamond police and the impetuous

gentleman who so

badly wanted to shoot a lion

died, babbling incoherently.

Poor gentleman.

What happened to the guide?

Hm?

He was badly beaten by the

police and then he was

released after time a time

and sent packing.

But apparently, he has

never disclosed the

location of the diamonds.

The curious part about the story

as it was told me is

that this young man, this guide,

he's supposed to be

right here in diamond stud

this very moment.

His purpose of course you

can easily guess.

Have you ever done any

hunting, Mr. Davis?

Once or twice.

I was only thinking if you ever

meet this young men, this

guide, you might deliver

a message for me.

Saying what?

Oh, saying...

saying that I'm here free

as the wind, fountain of

extraordinary knowledge,

splendidly corrupt and eager

to be of profitable service.

Where would he find you?

That wouldn't be difficult.

Never heard of him.

If you'll excuse me, please.

You see, they and I, we slightly

disagree about a

man's privilege to...

to occasionally sell or buy

a few little diamonds.

Until we meet again.

Good luck.

Keep out of the draft.

After you, sir.

Don't be so rude!

Don't push me!

Bring me another whiskey

and soda, will you?

Yes, sir.

There's your quarry.

Hello, Michael.

You're looking so much better

than when I saw you last.

It was a long rest.

Oh, forgive me, Mr. Davis.

Miss Renaud, she's the niece

of one of our stockholders.

How do you do?

Hello.

Miss Renaud has come here

to see for herself the

irresistible glamor of Africa.

And the men who live in it.

Really?

Well, Mr. Martingale, I thought

you told me I'd find

this place quite dull.

If I like young, rude Americans,

I should be able to

diamond stud for life.

I'm afraid Michael's a little

jaundiced about the ladies.

It's very common amongst

professional hunters and guides.

I suppose as hunters, they feel

that they ought to do the

hunting.

A hunter?

Well, then perhaps...

retired.

And so young.

No, he's not retired, my dear.

He's just entering the

diamond business.

He's working for you?

I'm working for me.

Michael, may I say

something quickly?

I regard this incident of two

years ago as ancient history.

I hold nothing against you.

I regret what happened, and I'm

willing to see that you

get your license back if you

want will tell us where the

diamond are.

Martingale, I'm dead

from cape town

to the Belgian Congo.

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