device from a compartment in ted it at tire side o reveal a  least ten cars and several motorcycles. t and matc Ski on a trailer.  looked like tarpaulin.

    Mei Lin parked t off. ts omatically as soon as tered. tomatically beered anoto a kitc s ramming home.

    An elegant Asian ies stood ting. Se black silk, wic sweep. Sige forehe heroine of a lavish Chinese opera.

    “elcome Mr. Cald you,” s blushed openly.

    “thank you,”

    “Mr. De itte is in udy. I suggest t you pop in and say o Japan later today.”

    “Sounds good.”

    t dancer. S remely beautiful in  noulate to time, bore a look of extreme sadness. Somet  geis opped in front of De ittes office. te on tte, ions. trim fingers rapped on the door.

    “Come in,” a tis belloo go t silently. Caldo tte, wood up and offered his hand.

    “Good to see you Cad. I trust you .” te teetrying a bit too o be jovial.

    “I  of it,” Caldwell said simply.

    “Indeed. Please sit dote gestured for to take seats in ics. tinctly Asian about tte tisfied air of a pampered colonial fat cat about  sure if t for sometogeter but  ty inct. ique objets d’art and ted ings and some fine-looking Japanese katana.

    De itte e gray Saville Ro and a pink Van riped s e collar. rong face and deep-set eyes . ting ies. , rae te features to  suggested ex-military Britisocracy, type t got into t duly bailed out, out of sheer boredom.

    “I o be one of us,” De itte said, smiling a devilisanned face crinkled at t D