Part 58 (2/2)

”In fact, we are privileged to have with us at this very moment an ill.u.s.trious member of the k.u.malo clan, and the present guardian of the old robber's tomb, the honourable Comrade Minister Tungata Zebiwe.” The white man's pale, cruel eyes riveted him, and Tungata stiffened on the hard wooden bench. Tungata tried his voice, and found that even the small quant.i.ty of water that he had taken had eased his throat. His voice was deep and measured, only slightly ragged at the edges.

”You delude yourself, Fungabera.” He made the name in to an insult, but Peter's smile never slipped. ”I know nothing of this nonsense that you have dreamed up, and even if I did-” Tungata did not have to finish the sentence.

”You will find my patience inexhaustible Peter promised him. ”The diamonds have lain there ninety years. A few more weeks will not spoil them. I have brought with me a doctor to supervise your treatment. We will find ” just how much you can bear before your Matabele courage fails you. On the other hand, you have the option at any time to make an end to this un leasantness. You can elect to P take us to Lobengula's burial site, and immediately after you have done so, I will arrange to have you flown out of the country to any destination of your choice-” Peter Paused before adding the final sweetener to his proposition and with you will go the young woman who so gallantly defended you in the courtroom, Sarah Nyoni.” This time there was a flash of emotion behind the contemptuous mask of Tungata's features.

2, ”Oh yes,” Peter nodded. ”We have her safely taken care of.” ”Your lies need no denial. If you had her, you would have used her already.” Tungata forced himself to believe that Sarah would have obeyed him. She had read and understood the hand, sign that he had flashed to her across the courtroom as he was being led away. ”Take cover! Hide yourself. You are in danger!” he had ordered her and she Ld acknowledged and agreed. She was safe, he had to leve that, it was all he had to believe in.

”We shall see,” Peter Fungabera promised.

Not that it matters.” Tungata had to try and protect her, now that it was clear that the Shana were hunting for Sarah. ”She is a mere woman do what you will to her. It will mean little to me.” Fungabera raised his voice. ”Captain!” The guard commander came immediately. ”Take the prisoner back to his quarters. His treatment will be ordered and supervised by the doctor. Do you understand?” When they were alone, Colonel Bukharin said quietly, ”He will not be easy. He has physical strength and something else beyond that. Some men simply will not bend, even under the most extreme coercion.”

”It may take a little time, but in the end-”

”I am not so certain,” Bukhariri sighed morosely. ”Do you v indeed have the woman you spoke of, this Sarah Nyoni?” Peter hesitated. ”Not yet. She has disappeared, but again, it's only a matter of time. She cannot hide for ever.”

”Time,” Colonel Bukharin repeated. ”Yes, there is a time for everything, but your time is pa.s.sing. This thing must be done soon, or not at all.”

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”Days only, not wee Peter promised, but his voice had become thin and Colopel Bukharin, the consummate hunter of men, sensed his Advantage.

”This Zebiwe is a hard man, I am not sure he will respond th to the treatment at our clinic. I do not like is business of a diamond treasure. it smacks too much of a story for young boys. And I do not like the fact that you have let this Matabele woman elude you. This whole business begins to depress me.”

”You are unduly pessimistic everything is going well. I need just a little time to prove it to you.”

”You already know that I cannot remain here much longer, I must return to Moscow. And what must I tell them there that you are digging for treasure?” Bukharin threw up both hands. ”They will believe that I am turning senile.”

”A month,” Peter Fungabera said. ”I need another month.”

”Today is the tenth. You have until the last day of the month to deliver both money and the man to us ”That is cutting it too fine,” Peter protested.

”On the first of next month, I will return. If on that date you cannot deliver, I will recommend to my superiors that this entire project be aborted.” he adder was almost six feet long and seemed as gross as a pregnant sow. It was coiled upon itself in a corner of the mesh cage, and the patterning of its scales was in soft purples and golds, in russet and madder, all the colours of autumn enclosed in perfect diamonds each of which was outlined in the black of mourning.

However, the colours and patterns were not sufficiently Spectacular to divert attention from. the creature's hideous head. It was the size of a Poisonous gourd, but shaped like the ace of spades, flattening and tapering to the snout with its nostril slits. The adder's eyes were bright as beads of polished jet and its tongue was bifurcated and feathery light as it slipped in and out between the grinning lips.

”I can claim no credit for this,” said Peter Fungabera.

”The good doctor is responsible for this little entertainment.” He smiled at Tungata. ”It is many days since last we spoke, and frankly, your time is up. So is mine. I must have your agreement today or else it does not matter. After today you are expendable, Comrade Zebiwe.” Tungata was strapped to a st.u.r.dy chair of red Rhodesian teak. The mesh cage stood on the table before him.

”You were once in the Game Department,” Peter Fun, gab era went on.

”So you will recognize this reptile as bit is gabonica, the Gaboon adder. It is one of the most venomous of African snakes, its toxicity exceeded only by the mamba.

However, its sting is more agonizing than either mamba or cobra. It is said that the pain drives men mad before they die. ”stick He touched the cage with the tip of his swagger and the adder struck at him. The coils propelled the monstrous head across the cage in a liquid blur of movement, half its gross body serialized by the power of the strike; the jaws gaped to expose the b.u.t.ter-yellow lining of the throat, and the long recurved fangs were gleaming white as polished porcelain, as it crashed into the wire mesh with a force that shook the table. Even Peter Fungabera. jumped back involuntarily, and then chuckled apologetically.

”I cannot stand snakes,” he explained. ”They make my flesh crawl.

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