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in your life. I want you to say it-before I'll tell you another thing,"
he teased.

"All right." I looked away and picked my words. "It looks, at first
glance, quite interesting. " And he threw back that great golden head
and bellowed with bull laughter.

"You're going to have to do a lot better than that. Let's try again. "
His laughter I cannot resist, and my own followed immediately. I was
aware of its birdlike quality against his.

"It looks to me," I wheezed, "as though you may have foundit.

"You beauty!" he shouted. "You little beauty. it was years since I had
seen him like this. The solemn banker's mask stripped away, the cares of
the Sturvesant financial empire forgotten in this moment of promise and
achievement.

"Now tell me," I pleaded. "Where did you find it?"

"Come," he said, serious again, and we went to the long table against
the wall. There was a chart spread and pinned on the green baize. It was
a high table, and I scrambled quickly on to a chair and leaned across
it. Now I was almost on equal terms with Louren who stood beside me. We
pored over the chart.

"Aeronautical Series A. Southern Africa. Chart 5. Botswana and Western
Rhodesia."

I searched it quickly looking for some indications cross, or pencil mark
perhaps.

"Where?" I said. "Where?"

"You know that I've got twenty-five thousand square miles of mineral
concession down here south of Maun... "

"Come on, Lo. Don't try and sell me shares in Sturvesant Minerals. Where
in the hell is it?"

"We've put a landing-strip in here that will take the Lear jet.

Just finished it."

"It can't be that far south of the gold series."

"It isn't," Louren reassured me. "Throttle back, you'll rupture
something." He was enjoying himself tormenting me.

His finger moved across the chart, and stopped suddenly-my heart seemed