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«
Sales
meeting
,
»
Teabing
said
,
wondering
how
much
it
would
cost
him
to
persuade
his
pilot
to
perform
one
highly
irregular
maneuver
.
The
Hawker
is
on
final
approach
.
Simon
Edwards
–
Executive
Services
Officer
at
Biggin
Hill
Airport
–
paced
the
control
tower
,
squinting
nervously
at
the
rain
-
drenched
runway
.
He
never
appreciated
being
awoken
early
on
a
Saturday
morning
,
but
it
was
particularly
distasteful
that
he
had
been
called
in
to
oversee
the
arrest
of
one
of
his
most
lucrative
clients
.
Sir
Leigh
Teabing
paid
Biggin
Hill
not
only
for
a
private
hangar
but
a
»
per
landing
fee
»
for
his
frequent
arrivals
and
departures
.
Usually
,
the
airfield
had
advance
warning
of
his
schedule
and
was
able
to
follow
a
strict
protocol
for
his
arrival
.
Teabing
liked
things
just
so
.
The
custom
-
built
Jaguar
stretch
limousine
that
he
kept
in
his
hangar
was
to
be
fully
gassed
,
polished
,
and
the
day
’
s
London
Times
laid
out
on
the
back
seat
.
A
customs
official
was
to
be
waiting
for
the
plane
at
the
hangar
to
expedite
the
mandatory
documentation
and
luggage
check
.
Occasionally
,
customs
agents
accepted
large
tips
from
Teabing
in
exchange
for
turning
a
blind
eye
to
the
transport
of
harmless
organics
–
mostly
luxury
foods
–
French
escargots
,
a
particularly
ripe
unprocessed
Roquefort
,
certain
fruits
.
Many
customs
laws
were
absurd
,
anyway
,
and
if
Biggin
Hill
didn
’
t
accommodate
its
clients
,
certainly
competing
airfields
would
.
Teabing
was
provided
with
what
he
wanted
here
at
Biggin
Hill
,
and
the
employees
reaped
the
benefits
.
Edwards
’
s
nerves
felt
frayed
now
as
he
watched
the
jet
coming
in
.
He
wondered
if
Teabing
’
s
penchant
for
spreading
the
wealth
had
gotten
him
in
trouble
somehow
;
the
French
authorities
seemed
very
intent
on
containing
him
.
Edwards
had
not
yet
been
told
what
the
charges
were
,
but
they
were
obviously
serious
.
At
the
French
authorities
’
request
,
Kent
police
had
ordered
the
Biggin
Hill
air
traffic
controller
to
radio
the
Hawker
’
s
pilot
and
order
him
directly
to
the
terminal
rather
than
to
the
client
’
s
hangar
.
The
pilot
had
agreed
,
apparently
believing
the
far
-
fetched
story
of
a
gas
leak
.
Though
the
British
police
did
not
generally
carry
weapons
,
the
gravity
of
the
situation
had
brought
out
an
armed
response
team
.
Now
,
eight
policemen
with
handguns
stood
just
inside
the
terminal
building
,
awaiting
the
moment
when
the
plane
’
s
engines
powered
down
.
The
instant
this
happened
,
a
runway
attendant
would
place
safety
wedges
under
the
tires
so
the
plane
could
no
longer
move
.
Then
the
police
would
step
into
view
and
hold
the
occupants
at
bay
until
the
French
police
arrived
to
handle
the
situation
.
The
Hawker
was
low
in
the
sky
now
,
skimming
the
treetops
to
their
right
.
Simon
Edwards
went
downstairs
to
watch
the
landing
from
tarmac
level
.
The
Kent
police
were
poised
,
just
out
of
sight
,
and
the
maintenance
man
waited
with
his
wedges
.
Out
on
the
runway
,
the
Hawker
’
s
nose
tipped
up
,
and
the
tires
touched
down
in
a
puff
of
smoke
.
The
plane
settled
in
for
deceleration
,
streaking
from
right
to
left
in
front
of
the
terminal
,
its
white
hull
glistening
in
the
wet
weather
.
But
rather
than
braking
and
turning
into
the
terminal
,
the
jet
coasted
calmly
past
the
access
lane
and
continued
on
toward
Teabing
’
s
hangar
in
the
distance
.
All
the
police
spun
and
stared
at
Edwards
.
«
I
thought
you
said
the
pilot
agreed
to
come
to
the
terminal
!
»
Edwards
was
bewildered
.
«
He
did
!
»
