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James Chase - You Have Yourself a Deal

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On a dark, lonely quai of Pariss 4th a woman is found suffering from amnesia, with the initials of the top Chinese atomic scientist tattooed on her buttock. This is the opening gambit of the second Mark Girland espionage adventure, a sequel to that surges forward with that compelling readability that has long established James Hadley Chase as the thriller maestro of the generation.

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James Hadley Chase

You Have Yourself a Deal

Chapter One

Captain OHalloran parked his Jeep in one of the bays in the courtyard of the United States Embassy, picked up a black leather briefcase on the seat beside him, slid his big frame out of the Jeep and walked briskly up the steps leading into the Embassy. He nodded to the man behind the reception desk, took the elevator to the second floor, walked down a corridor, climbed six stairs to another level as a tall, well-built woman of thirty-five or six came hurrying towards him. She was Marcia Davis, P.A. to the Head of the Paris Division of the C.I.A. Her face lit up with a smile as OHalloran paused. Her grey eyes ran swiftly over him. His red, fleshy face, his shapeless nose, his light blue eyes and hard mouth always gave her a slight sinking feeling. She often speculated what it would be like to be gripped in those thick, muscular arms.

Hello, Tim, she said. What are you doing here?

The old man in? OHalloran asked, also speculating how this attractive redheaded woman would react if he were ever lucky enough to get her into his bed.

When isnt he? she returned. Youll find him... come the day you dont. Have you had your vacation yet?

Vacation? Whats that? OHalloran asked, grinning. Ill be lucky if I get Christmas off. How about you?

September... Ive booked on a Cruise. See you, Tim, and with a flashing smile, she hurried on.

OHalloran looked back and watched the challenging swing of her hips, put on, he shrewdly guessed, for his own special benefit. Then jerking his mind back to business, he continued on down the corridor to a door on which was inscribed in gold lettering:

Central Intelligence AgencyDivisional Director John Dorey.

The lettering was sparklingly new and OHalloran grinned, shaking his head in awed admiration. So finally Dorey had made it, he thought. There had been a time, not so very long ago when the Division had been running a sweepstake on Doreys chances of survival. That was when Washington had sent Thorley Warely over as Head of the Division and Dorey, after thirty-eight years of service at the Embassy, had been relegated to second place but now Warely was back in Washington and Dorey, although over sixty years of age, had taken on a new lease in life. He was a man OHalloran admired and liked: a man who took risks, short cuts and had vision.

OHalloran rapped, opened the door and walked into the comfortable office where Dorey was sitting at a vast desk, reading a file.

Dorey was a small bird-like man, wearing rimless glasses. Always immaculately dressed, he looked like a successful banker rather than the Director of the C.I.A. He dropped the file on his desk, eased back his executive chair and looked at OHalloran over the tops of his glasses.

Hi there, Tim. I havent seen you in weeks. Something come up?

OHalloran kept the door open and jerked his thumb at the gold lettering.

Congratulations, sir.

Dorey smiled a wintry smile.

Thank you. Shut the door and sit down. He picked up a gold fountain pen and studied it as he went on, Everything comes to those who play the right cards at the right time.

I must remember that, sir. OHalloran took off his service cap and sat down in one of the big lounging chairs grouped in front of Doreys desk.

I was heading for retirement, Dorey went on as if talking to himself, then Robert Henry Carey appeared on my landscape and that altered things. He lifted his shoulders. A stroke of fate. Sometimes we get the right card... more often not. He laid down the pen and looked directly at OHalloran. Well, Tim, what is it?

I had a handout from the Sret this morning, OHalloran said, zipping open his briefcase. He took out a file and laid it on his knee. I thought you should hear about it.

Dorey rested back in his chair. He put the tips of his fingers together and formed his hands into the shape of an arch. This was his favourite listening stance.

Go ahead.

Two nights ago, evening of the 4th, a man, parking his car on the Quai de la Tournelle, saw a woman lying in the shadows. He called a gendarme who was passing. The woman was in a coma. An ambulance was called and she was taken to St. Lazare hospital. They were full up. The woman was wearing a scarf decorated with the Stars and Stripes and a coat with a Macy label. This was excuse enough for her to be loaded back into the ambulance and taken to the American hospital. OHalloran paused to consult the file.

So far this doesnt particularly interest me, Dorey said with a note of impatience in his voice.

The woman was found to be suffering from an overdose of barbiturates, OHalloran went on in his gravelly cop voice, ignoring Doreys interruption. She was treated and put into a ward. She surfaced the following day and was found to be suffering from acute amnesia. She has no idea who she is, where she lives... a complete memory blank. She speaks fluent English with an American accent and is in a distressed, nervous condition. Hers is not a unique case, of course. Quite a number of people get some form of amnesia. Dr. Forrester who is in charge of her ward was anxious to get rid of her. Beds are in demand at the hospital. He gave a description of the woman to the Sret who thinking it possible she was either Swedish or Norwegian contacted those embassies without success.

What made them think she was either Swedish or Norwegian? Dorey asked.

Apparently she looks as if she comes from Scandinavia: blonde, tall... a typical type.

She had no papers with her?

No. She didnt even have a handbag.

Dorey moved impatiently. Well?

I received the usual Sret handout about her this morning. OHalloran looked at the open file on his knee. Here is her description: blonde, exceptionally good-looking; blue eyes, heavily suntanned, height five foot seven, weight 126 lbs. He paused, glanced up at Dorey. Marks of identification: small mole on her right forearm, and three Chinese symbols tattooed on her left buttock.

Dorey stared at OHalloran, then picking up his fountain pen, he rubbed the gleaming gold against his thin nose.

Chinese?

Thats right. Three Chinese symbols. OHalloran put the file on the desk. Well, sir, there is a file somewhere in your Division which came around to me about ten months ago for information. Its subject was Feng Hoh Kung, the top rocket research man in Pekin. I remember, amongst a lot of useless information, it was stated that this guy is a little crazy in the head. He likes to put his initials on everything he owns. It is said his initials are on his house, his car, his horse, his dogs, his cooking pots, his clothes, his shoes... and the women who serve him. Remember too it was said that a year ago he acquired a Swedish mistress. He has three initials. There were three symbols that could be his initials on this womans bottom. So... OHalloran stretched his massive frame and smiled at Dorey. I thought you should hear about it.

Dorey sat motionless.

Who else has this handout?

The British Embassy, the Scandinavian Embassies and France-Matin.

Dorey winced.

France-Matin was a newspaper he loathed. If there was any hint of trouble, any germ of scandal this paper invariably made capital out of it.

Did the Sret give the handout to the press?

I stopped them in time.

But France-Matin has it?

OHalloran took a newspaper from his briefcase and handed it across the desk.

They have it, he said.

On the second page was the headline: Do You Know This Woman? Below the caption was a badly reproduced photograph, taken by an uninspired police photographer of a blonde woman who could be any age from twenty to thirty who stared fixedly out of the smudgy newsprint. But in spite of the crudeness of the reproduction, her beauty came through.

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