of Inflation. Well, I think we all know the answer to that – things become more expensive.’ He shifted his position in the chair; odd that the residue of pain gave no pleasure, only its infliction. ‘And here’s another item. The Arab-Israel Conflict. A titillating subject, Mrs Jerome.’
‘Stop sending arms to the Arabs,’ Claire Jerome said. ‘That would resolve it.’
‘And stop sending them to the Israelis?’
‘The Israelis are under siege.’
Brossard shrugged. ‘Anyway, this is a pleasant setting in which to do business.’
‘Bilderberg always seems to choose well.’
‘Shall we go into the bedroom, Mrs Jerome? Our voices may carry out here ….’
In the bedroom he wiped the oil from his face with a towel, and said softly: ‘Have you come to a decision about the Iranian deal, Mrs Jerome?’ adding: ‘I’m assured that the rooms have all been debugged.’
‘You know I have. Frankly I don’t know why —’ But Brossard interrupted her: ‘One and a half billion is a lot of money, Mrs Jerome.’
‘And a lot of commission.’
‘You make it sound immoral. I don’t think an arms dealer should ever sound moral, do you,’ and, walking across the room, he said: ‘Will you excuse me a minute.’
In the bathroom he examined the weals. They were really quite painful. But how could he ask anyone to bathe them? He managed to sprinkle talc on his back, then slipped into a soft, towelling robe.
‘Well, Mrs Jerome?’ he said when he returned to the room. He glanced at his watch. ‘I haven’t much time. I have other interested parties. That’s what’s so convenient about these get-togethers.’
‘The only Middle East country I sell to is Israel.’
‘Then I can’t fully understand why you bothered to come up here.’
‘I thought you might have other business to discuss.’
‘I might have had. But there are other Dealers in Death ….’
‘And there are other middlemen dealing in death.’
She picked up her purse and strode out of the room.
In the lobby Claire noticed a big black man immaculately turned out in a pearl-grey lightweight suit. Vaguely familiar … something missing … the waistcoat and the watch-chain … the American head of security at the Knokke conference.
He smiled at her and said: ‘Howdy, Mrs Jerome.’
She smiled back. ‘You looked naked without it,’ she said.
‘Come again, Mrs Jerome?’
‘The vest – and the chain.’
He relaxed. ‘You’re very observant, Mrs Jerome.’
‘And you have a very good memory, Mr —’
‘Anderson, ma’am. Take care,’ as she walked towards the reception desk to see if there were any messages.
One. Please call Mr Stephen Harsch.
To hell with Mr Stephen Harsch, directing the anger aroused by Pierre Brossard at the Marks International executive in New York.
In the corridor leading to her room, she heard a whistle. She swung round. The only other occupant of the corridor was a diminutive pageboy with an angelic face.
The anger subsided. If pageboys whistled at you in your 39th year, things couldn’t be all that bad. Suddenly she hadn’t the slightest doubt that she could handle the stockholders.
She advanced upon the pageboy who stood staring at her, terrified. ‘Here.’ She handed him a five-dollar note. ‘Go and buy yourself a new whistle.’
* * *
For three days Pierre Brossard listened attentively to what the Bilderbergers had to say in their debates. They sat alphabetically and they were allowed five minutes to air their views – longer if Prince Bernhard, who exercised control with red and green lights, thought they merited it.
At cocktail time Brossard stayed in his room making notes. Then he adjourned to private chambers and suites to meet government ministers, bankers, industrialists, financiers, heads of family dynasties, men even richer than himself …
He suggested deals, clinched deals. He heard many secrets. From Western hawks and doves; from the EEC and NATO (in particular the intent of Turkey which had closed four of America’s bases and listening posts in reprisal for the arms embargo); from men juggling dollars, marks, francs, yen, pounds …. He heard about sanction-busting in Rhodesia, diplomatic overtures in China to counter Soviet expansionism … about arms and oil – or lack of it – which were his specialities.
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