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Mrs Pilgrim when theyâre on duty. Theyâre slick, reliable, and the foodâs good and ...â She hesitated, hating to say it.
âIf they all look like her â the men love it,â I finished for her.
âGot it in one,â she said.
Patterson coughed. I could take a hint.
âVery well, Roylance ... er ... Roy, if youâd like to kick off, Alec will fix us some more drinks.â
Alec did, but nothing more exciting than Perrier, although I didnât complain. The sniff of a pulled cork would probably have set me on a roll after the amount Iâd drunk the previous night.
I skipped over most of the gruesome bits of the previous evening, concentrating on what Iâd heard the Suits saying about Capricorn Travel. I also missed out the racist cracks Iâd heard, so as not to embarrass Salome. This seemed a nice liberal firm, though. They didnât worry that Sal was black; they ignored her because she was a woman.
When Iâd finished, Patterson asked one question: âYou are quite sure that this chappie you overheard said that the shit would hit the fan today?â
âWell, he actually said âtomorrow,â but that was last night, so the answer is yes.â
Patterson hunched forward and said dramatically: âThen we have a leak.â
âDonât shoot the messenger,â I said, and Salome smiled and patted my hand.
âTo fill you in, Roy,â she said, watching Patterson all the time, âIâd better tell you our interest.â
âI wish you would.â
âWeâve been suspecting a leak in the building for some time now. Sensitive information has been getting to the market before it should, and itâs been information based on our research and analysis, quite definitely. In the past few weeks itâs been mostly my area â the leisure industry.â
âActually, Salome, itâs been only your area,â said Patterson coldly. âYours and Alecâs.â
âYeah, well.â Salome shrugged. âAnyway, yesterday I finished a pre-result forecast on Capricorn Travel. They report in about a weekâs time ...â
âTen days,â interrupted Alec.
âIn ten days,â Salome continued.
âReport what?â I asked. They looked shocked.
âTheir annual results,â snapped Patterson. âTheir profits.â
âOr lack of them, in this case.â Salome got back in her stride. âWe got to know â well, I found out â that they were riding for a fall. Theyâd overstretched themselves on discounting and special offers for package holidays in the early part of the season just after Christmas. Thereâs been more cut-throat competition this year than ever before, and Capricorn just went over the top hoping to build up volume trade later on.â
âSo they cut their own throats,â I said wisely.
âYes, but they couldnât have foreseen how strong the pound has been, which made the US a far better holiday bet than some tacky hotel in Spain.â
âYou donât have to race the Krauts for the sunbeds in Florida,â said Patterson, smiling. I think it was a joke.
âAnd apart from the usual problems of double booking and air traffic controllers on strike,â Salome continued, âthree of the eight hotels used by Capricorn are about to be closed down by the Spanish health authorities.â
âThings must be grim in that case,â I observed.
âProbably one dead dog too many in the swimming pool,â said Patterson â rather tastelessly, I thought.
âConsequently,â Salome soldiered on, âmy note â we call them notes â to our clients, who have a stake in Capricorn, was to sell in advance of ... of ...â
âThe excrement hitting the ventilator,â I said, and they all looked at me. âWell, thatâs what the guy said last