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"
About
a
week
.
"
I
exaggerated
,
hoping
to
play
down
the
usual
paranoia
elected
officials
exhibit
around
Envoys
.
"
A
week
,
yes
.
Impressive
indeed
.
"
Phiri
was
a
heavy
-
set
black
man
,
apparently
in
his
fifties
,
with
hair
that
was
greying
a
little
and
careful
brown
eyes
.
Like
Dennis
Nyman
,
he
affected
external
eye
-
wear
,
but
where
Nyman
’
s
steely
lenses
had
been
designed
to
enhance
the
planes
of
his
face
,
this
man
wore
the
glasses
to
deflect
attention
.
They
were
heavy
-
framed
and
gave
him
the
appearance
of
a
forgetful
cleric
,
but
behind
the
lenses
,
the
eyes
missed
nothing
.
"
And
are
you
making
progress
with
your
investigation
?
"
This
was
Ertekin
,
a
handsome
Arab
woman
a
couple
of
decades
younger
than
Phiri
,
and
therefore
likely
to
be
on
at
least
her
second
sleeve
.
I
smiled
at
her
.
"
Progress
is
difficult
to
define
,
your
honour
.
As
Quell
would
have
it
,
They
come
to
me
with
progress
reports
,
but
all
I
see
is
change
,
and
bodies
burnt
.
"
"
Ah
,
you
are
from
Harlan
’
s
World
,
then
,
"
Ertekin
said
politely
.
"
And
do
you
consider
yourself
a
Quellist
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
?
"
I
let
the
smile
become
a
grin
.
"
Sporadically
.
I
’
d
say
she
had
a
point
.
"
"
Mr
.
Kovacs
has
been
quite
busy
,
in
fact
,
"
said
Miriam
Bancroft
hurriedly
.
"
I
imagine
he
and
Laurens
have
a
lot
to
discuss
.
Perhaps
it
might
be
better
if
we
left
them
to
these
matters
.
"
"
Yes
,
of
course
.
"
Ertekin
inclined
her
head
.
"
Perhaps
we
’
ll
talk
again
later
.
"
The
three
of
them
drifted
over
to
commiserate
with
Miriam
’
s
opponent
,
who
was
ruefully
stowing
his
racket
and
towels
in
a
bag
;
but
for
all
Miriam
’
s
diplomatic
steerage
,
Nalan
Ertekin
did
not
seem
unduly
concerned
to
make
her
escape
.
I
felt
a
momentary
glimmer
of
admiration
for
her
.
Telling
a
UN
executive
,
in
effect
an
officer
of
the
Protectorate
,
that
you
’
re
a
Quellist
is
a
bit
like
confessing
to
ritual
slaughter
at
a
vegetarian
dinner
;
it
’
s
not
really
the
done
thing
.
