Rope of Sand

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... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... and their original roles of Mike and Suzanne. I think I have known better. You think that after the unmerciful whipping I'd gotten that very town, Diamond Statt, South Africa, two years before that I'd have known enough to stay in New York.

But oh no. There was half a bushel of diamonds out there in the desert, the forbidden area of the Diamond Syndicate. They belonged to me. I'd paid for them, and I was back to collect them.

The window I walked into the Pretoria Cafe in Diamond Statt, I saw Martin here. I knew Martin again, all right. One of the more unscrupulous directors of the Diamond Syndicate there. But I didn't know the sultry brunette with him.

I didn't know him. But anyone sitting with Mardingale was up to no charity. Mardingale saw me and he stood up to welcome me with a polished bond-streets mercant-space. Michael, how good to see you again.

You look so well. Yeah. Now how would you like to look at my back? Oh, not in present company. Oh, Mrs. Henry No, Mr. Michael Davis of New York. How do you do, Mr. Davis?

Pretty well if I watch my step. And Miss Ray Know is here from Paris to see for herself the irresistible glamour of Africa at the diamond country. And the man who live in it. What about the men who die in it?

Mr. Martin Gell told me I'd find diamonds tight quite dull. Why, if I like young rude Americans, I should be devoted to this place for life. Michael is lightly jaundiced about women's and a very common among professional hunters and guides.