The Constant Gardener Page #9

"Knowing our arrangements with KDH and ThreeBees,

"you send me this half-baked report...

"by some bleeding heart diplomatic wife and her black lover...

"and ask me to take action.

"The only action required, apart from shredding the thing,

"is to keep a tighter rein on your resident harlot.

"I want to know what she does, where she goes, whom she meets.

"The issue here is deniability.

"If nobody told us Dypraxa was causing deaths,

"we can't be held responsible.

"But, my dear Sandy, should it ever become known...

"that we've closed our eyes to the deaths,

"none of us would survive the scandal.

"I still have great hopes of you. My love to Gloria.

Yours Sincerely, Bernard. "

This way, sir. What do you have to say, sir?

It was a bizarre sort of suicide.

His body bore no fewer than eight bullet wounds...

from three different guns,

none of which was the one found in his hand.

So who has got away with murder?

Not, of course, the British government.

They merely covered up, as one does, the offensive corpses.

Though not literally. That was done by person or persons unknown.

So who has committed murder?

Not, of course, the highly respectable firm of KDH Pharmaceutical,

which has enjoyed record profits this quarter...

and has now licensed ZimbaMed of Harare...

to continue testing Dypraxa in Africa.

No, there are no murders in Africa.

Only regrettable deaths.

And from those deaths we derive the benefits of civilization,

benefits we can afford so easily...

because those lives were bought so cheaply.

I know all your secrets, Tess.

I think I understand you now.

You want me to come home.

But I am home.

Mr. Quayle.

Tess.

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