Free That Will Do Nicely by Ian Campbell Page A

samples of the cheques. If our bank is supposed to be in Dallas they'll need to have Dallas postmarks on the envelopes for authenticity."
    "Do I get to come?"
      “You haven't had much difficulty up to now."
    "Bastard!"
    "O.K. Darling, Of course you can, but it'll be a straight round-trip and we won't even be able to fly direct if we don't want them to trace us eventually. Why don't you make all the arrangements? See if you can book us a long weekend to New York."
    They eventually got up shortly before noon and enjoyed a brief but pleasant pub lunch, then went straight on to the local golf club for a leisurely round... one of the pleasures Pascoe had foregone while immersed in his printing. Sam played in an infuriating manner... she was not the longest of hitters, but usually managed to hit the ball straight, gaining in accuracy over Pascoe's greater but wayward power. As hard as he tried to concentrate on his game, Sam continually put him off his stroke with an incessant stream of trivial questions about shopping and the theatres in New York and the Ewing Ranch in Dallas.
    "I thought we were here to play golf." Pascoe said, grumpily.
    "There are other things in life, darling." Sam retorted, mischievously.
    "I know, and you had several of them this morning. R emember, I'm here to relax. Alright?”
    "You seemed pretty relaxed this morning as I remember." Sam, like a dog with a bone, refused to give up on her subject. Eventually, for the sake of peace and quiet, Pascoe answered her questions but his golf never recovered. At the end of the round, when he totted up the final score, he came to the conclusion that Sam's prattling constituted a far bigger hazard than anything the course had to offer.
    The last days of February were spent numbering the cheques - it was a long-winded job which couldn't be rushed, as every batch had to be checked before the next batch could be numbered. By the time they had finished, neither of them ever wanted to see a traveler's cheque again.
    The following week-end, Sam took Pascoe to the offices she had found in the City. They were ideally suited to their purpose and easily decorated to standard in the next couple of week-ends. Pascoe photographically engraved a plate for the outside wall of the building, using anodized aluminum –
     
      SECOND NATIONAL CITY BANK OF DALLAS
      London Office 
      2nd., Floor
      257, Change Alley. EC 1
     
    The plaque wouldn't be mounted until the day before the operation started - there was no sense in taking extra risks.
    The only practical problem they encountered in the time before Easter concerned getting the brochures to Dallas in order to post them back to England. Pascoe had explained to Sam that there would be a definite risk taking them in their luggage, because if U.S. Customs discovered them during a baggage search, there would be no way to satisfactorily explain the presence of the brochures. Instead, they posted them to Sam, care of the Wyndham Hotel in Dallas where she had booked a room for three nights. The package was addressed to Sam under her maiden name which was still the one on her passport. It wasn't exactly a foolproof method, but the occasional risk had to be taken.
    The following week, Sam and Pascoe flew to New York and stayed overnight in the city before flying on to Dallas the following day, where they checked in to the Wyndham Hotel. Sam retrieved the package from Reception and they spent an entire afternoon putting flyers in envelopes and affixing pre-printed address labels to the British Banks that Pascoe had included. After spending the following day playing tourists, inspecting Memorial Plaza where Kennedy had been assassinated and making a quick trip out to the ‘Ewing’ television ranch, they returned to the Big Apple for their flight home. The only thing left to do was to take out advertising in the Daily Express and the USA Today to publicize their forthcoming conference at London’s Grosvenor Hotel where Pascoe planned