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have the means to pay in kind – and rather handsomely too, I might add – just like the<br />
Khmer Rouge.’ Farim was, Sir Eric thought, clearly well informed about the family’s<br />
past dealings and it appeared the latest proposal was similar.<br />
‘How?’<br />
Farim sensed Newman’s interest and took his time. ‘With antiquities,’ he said at last.<br />
<strong>The</strong> expression on Newman’s face told him he had chosen the correct approach.<br />
Encouraged, he pressed on. ‘As you know, the ancient sands of Egypt still hold many<br />
treasures and my principals have – shall we say – ready access to their heritage.’<br />
‘Are you suggesting that we provide you with arms in return for antiquities?’<br />
‘Precisely.’<br />
‘Where’s the profit?’<br />
‘I admire your candour, Sir Eric,’ Farim said, stroking his beard. ‘We propose to sell<br />
the antiquities to you for a quarter of their market value. My agents tell me you are very<br />
well connected in the art world and would have little difficulty finding willing buyers.<br />
Needless to say, how, and for how much you sell the items, is of course entirely a matter<br />
for you.’ Farim made an expansive gesture with his right hand. ‘And besides, I<br />
understand you are quite a connoisseur yourself,’ he added cunningly, ‘who likes to keep<br />
some of the best pieces for his own collection.’<br />
‘What about the arms? How do you suggest we agree on price there?’<br />
‘We will pay market price. That shouldn’t be too difficult to establish,’ Farim replied<br />
without hesitation. ‘I understand there is some sort of black market price list for such<br />
things.’ Farim had done his homework.<br />
<strong>The</strong> proposal was both ingenious and simple. It had its risks, but that was to be<br />
expected. No risk, no profit; Newman understood that. A few years earlier he would have<br />
embraced the deal without hesitation, but times had changed.<br />
‘I have to disappoint you, Mr Farim, you have knocked on the wrong door I am afraid.<br />
Our bank is not in a position to assist you,’ Newman said sternly.<br />
Horst began to fidget in his chair. ‘But shouldn’t we at least ...’ he interjected. Newman<br />
silenced his son by raising his hand without looking at him and stood up. <strong>The</strong> meeting<br />
was over.<br />
‘As you wish,’ Farim said, bowing politely towards his host. It was the reply he had