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"Why not," he beamed.

"Anywhere you like. You choose."

The maitre d' was summoned to reseat them. When they were alone again,
Jackman glowered at him.

"Happy now?"

"Stiff neck. From the flight," Sam explained.

Jackman settled back like a Buddha, nodding knowingly.

"Please yourself. They look after me pretty well here." He said it
with the smugness of a man for whom being served by others was
important.

"I can remember them building this place," he added, reminding Sam how
long he'd been around in these parts.

"The bloke whose idea it was had done well from emeralds and wanted to
put down roots. He'd gone native for a while, stupid bugger. Had an
African lady-friend he was talking of marrying. Didn't happen, as it
turned out. Went for a Norwegian instead. The wife of one of his
first clients when he opened the lodge to tourists. Classic long legs,
although the blonde hair was from a bottle. Only discovered that when
she dropped her drawers." He chortled, his laugh rattling unhealthily
in his chest.

"He still runs it?"

"No. Sold out five years ago. Moved back to Europe with his Scandi
woman. Switzerland, I think."

The waiter was back with the wine, a jug of water and two menus.

"Steaks are always good," Jackman advised.

Sam chose a T-bone. A CD of Miriam Makeba played in the background.
They were a reasonable distance from the next table and wouldn't be
overheard here.

"Good flight out?" They were fencing. Waiting to see who would be
first to raise the issue they'd come here to discuss.

"A 747 to Lusaka then a hop up to the Copperbelt on a turbo-prop."

"I trust HMG sends its representatives first class."

"Limousines at each end and a personal porter."