115- Serenade for a Cobra

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as jalmer cut tells it in his exciting tale serenade for cobra he's got to keep playing He's got to keep playing that music and I've got to listen. He keeps it up long enough, I'll have a chance, but if he stops, I'm going to die.

And he may stop. He may stop any minute because that's what he wants. He wants me to die. My name's Monk Slavin, I'm a flyer. I don't know what ever brought me to Calcutta, but something about the name had the smell of gold.

It sounded like the kind of place where a good pilot who didn't ask questions might make a deal. A big deal and a fast one. But nothing seemed to be drifting my way. Nothing but the intense hot wind of the monsoon and the fog from the Ganges and the sea.

Rolling over the city from all sides and strangling it. There was nothing to do but drink gin and quinine water at the airport bar and pray that you didn't get malaria. Hello, Stephen. Oh, hello, Grant. You back again.