"It isn't anything much," she said. "I mean, if I had to live on what I make on short stories, I'd starve in a month. But -- it's really wonderful whe... I sell a story, even if the money is ridiculous and nobody's ever heard of the magazine I sell it to!" I can imagine," I said. "I hope you're keeping copies of everything you get published." Yeah. I'll have to leave my library to the University of Wisconsin when I die." Is that where you went to school?" Yep." I used to write a little, in. The likely picture that emerged was of a core of individuals at the centre of the plot with a lot of others who had been suborned to look the other way or otherwise collude with the schemers. Some probably didn't even know what they were involved in. A minor official on a border post somewhere paid $5000 to look the other way when certain lorries passed. He probably thought it was contraband of some sort but wouldn't dream he was turning a blind eye to the deaths of millions.Apart from the. Later in the toilet I saw the same individual and as no one was there Isimply said "OK". That was all it took. I arranged to meet him somedistance from the pub 30 minutes later.I kept my promise and found myself meeting a stranger at 11.30pm inLondon in Camden. We walked to his place he said his name was John.We reached his house and we entered. It was a Victorian property. Verynicely decorated, with fine furniture and paintings and deep redcarpets. He ushered me to the living room and we. I asked Deborah not to say anything until the motions are granted. To me, that looks like an act of good faith in advance of an offer.”“And you expect Dante to actually make a good-faith offer?”I nodded, “I believe Dante knows that I know more about this business than he does, and that I’ll know if he’s trying to be cute or put one over on me. He also knows that a deal has to be equitable.”“Can’t you say ‘fair’ in ANY context?”“I might enjoy going to a fair in fair weather,” I grinned.Samantha.