the layers of pretence. 'If you are right, you may be able to render the Abberley family an inestimable service.' 'I'm right.' 'Your confidence does you credit. But permit me to utter a word of warning. You are in a foreign land of which you know very little. Of its history, I would suspect, even less. Remember your own countrymen's proverbs: a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, whereas ignorance is bliss.' 'What Ortiz knew was inescapably dangerous. I have his written record of it. And I'm willing to surrender it.' Derek could feel the perspiration forming on his upper lip and forehead, but knew he could not be seen to wipe it away. It was useless to hope his anxiety had escaped Galazarga's notice. The only question was what he would conclude from it. 'But my willingness is strictly conditional. You follow?' 'I believe I do.' The cigar slipped into his mouth, then was withdrawn. 'I think I can safely say Senor Delgado would very much like to agree satisfactory terms for his acquisition of the Ortiz ... of the curio you describe.' 'Good.' Derek swallowed hard. 'There's just ... er ... one thing I have to explain.' Galazarga's eyebrows shot