Rope of Sand Page #4
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How beautiful.
Isn't it?
It needs a woman of your
taste to appreciate
it's magnificent beauty.
Here, look.
Server, 1782.
There are only two others like
it in the whole world.
Note the perfection
of the enameling.
How lovely.
I had to wait for it
for seven years.
The man who presented it was a
fool who let himself be outbid
by a frenchman.
But you were stubborn.
Yes, I waited.
Finally, in '39 I learned
through a contact at the
French serte that the
sister of the owner
was seized in Germany.
It would take all his money
and more to get
the old lady out.
So I made my bid.
And he had to accept.
It was a bargain.
I never saw such a collection.
All my life I've believed that
if you were willing to
take the time and energy,
you could have
anything you desired.
All my life I have sought
perfection.
It seems perfect.
Now it is perfect.
Pardon the interruption,
but I thought the
lights were still on.
Vogel, I'm a coward.
Hit me and I'll drop this.
You're wasting your time.
Pick a card, any card.
Mademoiselle Renaud, would you
mind waiting in the other
room?
No, let her stay.
She wants to see the
irresistible glamour of
Africa, and particularly
the men who live in it.
What do you want?
Vogel, a gentleman never
marks aces with his
fingernail.
How dare you suggest anything
of the sort.
I don't suppose I could prove
this to a... well, to a jury.
But I think Martingale
would listen.
And he'd be disappointed in you.
Besides, it happens
to be his money.
Money won't do you any good.
I know just the spot
where it would.
So come on, Vogel, quick.
2,000 pounds.
2,000 pounds.
Please.
You've got me at your
mercy, haven't you?
That's right.
And the keys to your car.
I sent my chauffeur home.
C'mon, red riding hood.
Time to leave grandma's.
My vase!
I don't like the way
you've got it.
So long, pig.
You shouldn't play with
these things.
Move over.
I'm cold.
I'm cold.
Listen, miss Renaud.
Maybe in your Paris you got
stop and go signals on the
streetcars.
Maybe you're used to playing
with traffic cop.
But Vogel's no traffic cop.
There are no stop and
go signals here.
They haven't even put
the roads in yet.
Maybe that's why I thought you
were the cavalry, and not
a minute late.
I mean, thank you
for the rescue.
I didn't come after you.
You just happened to be there.
That's all?
That's all.
I, too, like honesty, Mr. Davis.
When did you get that scar?
You wouldn't be interested?
What do I have to do
to prove that I am?
I want to be your friend.
I'm being honest with you.
It happened two years ago.
When I ask myself how long
ago that was, it
adds up to a century.
I was a desert hunter and guide.
I liked being what I was.
Problem was the thing you sell,
not something you...
something you live with while it
slowly chokes you to death.
I'd taken this fool, ingram,
two day's east of the main
part, lion hunting in
the scrub country.
We had no luck.
Somehow, the failure seemed more
my fault because I never
really liked the man.
We'd better turn back
in the morning.
We're pretty close to the
prohibited area, and those boy
are kind of touchy.
It wouldn't be bad to do
this and come up with
a handful of diamonds.
Or a bullet in your back.
From what you tell me, a
man could slip into the
area, with any luck...
either lie down or pick
yourself, because you're
already asleep.
But when I
awoke, I found he'd already
decided to try his luck.
He taken the better
the two horses.
And the hoof prints headed
straight for
the prohibited area.
He was traveling fast
for a man who didn't
know the desert country.
Too fast for his horse.
By this time, I knew my own
animal wouldn't be good for
much longer.
And I was feeling the heat
and the distance myself.
But sometimes an act that beings
in stupidity has to go
on, mile by mile, until it
reaches its logical end.
I finally reached the diamond
country, the black mountains
of which ingram spoke
constantly.
There were traces of the bottom
of a giant river that
flowed 1,000 centuries ago I
knew the end couldn't be far
away, and it wasn't.
There he lay, hugging the earth
as if it would save him.
And there it was that I first
saw them, a million to one
shot and ingram hit the jackpot,
a bushel of dull
pebbles that didn't even
glisten in the sun.
But worth enough to buy the
souls of 1,000 men.
Still, I didn't take them.
Don't ask me why.
There are lots of reasons
why a man won't
take what isn't his.
If you asked me how long I
walked, the answer could be
five hours or two days.
Time was a circle
that had no end.
And though the sun smashed into
I'd never be able to
make it back, still
I had to keep going.
Maybe it would've been better
been simpler.
One of the things I hate Vogel
for is finding us still alive.
They took us back
to diamond stud.
And in the last minutes before
he died, ingram must have
babbled of what they found in
his fist. But he didn't live
long enough to tell them
where he found it.
The commandant had to know in
a heartbeat, for Martingale
was away and this was
his big chance to
prove himself a hero.
his men went to work on me wit
the fists and their boots while
I was still out of my
mind and couldn't tell them even
though I would have been
willing to.
That was his big mistake.
Well, that's it.
A beating like that does
something to you.
When I came around, I wouldn't
have told them my name.
I didn't feel any
different then.
I don't feel any different now.
Except now you want
the diamonds.
Let's say I want the diamonds.
Shall we go.
Mike.
It's impossible.
You could never get
away with it.
Please.
Leave this place.
I thought I made
it clear to you.
I'm staying.
How long do you think
Martingale will hold Vogel
back?
Until he's sure there's no
chance of my leading him to
the diamonds.
Exactly.
Please listen to me.
It's over now.
You are still alive.
Be satisfied.
It's not enough just to
be alive, to eat and
sleep and to move.
When they beat me for something
I didn't do, it hurt
in a way blows never did before.
The paid won't leave until I get
what I already paid for.
When will you learn that you
cannot get along that way?
You know of another way?
Maybe I don't because
I've been lucky.
But maybe you're not the only
one who has been hurt by life.
Of course I'm not.
But you've got to fight back.
For a time.
And then you realize
it does no good.
So you shrug your shoulders
and say that's
the way of the world.
I shall live that way.
I'd rather be dead.
You will be.
Because those people are
dead inside anyway.
Sick, or rotten, or dead.
Mike, please do what Mr.
Martingale asked you to do.
You just don't understand,
do you?
C'mon.
Let's go.
I got things to do.
Mr. Martingale is busy.
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