on his desk. Should Inman, alias Peabody, receive any form of taxable income he would be on the computer. But it didn’t take Colonel Pornchai long to confirm that he wasn’t on any government computer database.
Carl drove through the midday traffic to the Oriental Hotel on the river and walked through the lobby to the cigar shop. There was nobody around and the door was locked so he went back to the car and drove to the Grande Hyatt hotel where they also had a cigar shop. The shop at the Hyatt was busy as it had a private room with comfortable armchairs where customers could smoke. Carl asked for a Bolivar Churchill but was told they were out of stock so he bought a Ramon Allones Robusto instead.
“Do you get much demand for the Bolivar Churchill?” he asked the girl at the desk.
“We don’t sell many. They have been out of stock for a while now.”
He went into the smoky room and picked a leather armchair. Carl lit his cigar slowly so as not to overheat it. He took a couple of puffs and leaned back. The room was half full of local businessmen, politicians, and a few of the usual rogues. The rogues nodded at Carl and then went back to their whispered conversation. A large man came in and sat in the armchair opposite Carl.
“Heard anything about the coup?” he asked Carl.
“Only that there was one.”
The man sitting opposite Carl ran one of the legitimate stock brokerage companies in Bangkok. He was an elderly English public schoolboy who Carl assumed would have gone to Eton or Harrow. Carl’s money was on Harrow as there was a theory about Harrovians wearing brown suede shoes with everything. Today he was wearing a dark blue suit with his well-worn brown suede shoes. His name was Robert Standish and he was a pillar of Bangkok’s expatriate society.
“Now come on Carl, we all know you’re a spook. Tell me what the gossip is in your secret world.”
“But I’m not a spook, I’m merely a struggling consulting detective,” Carl told him affectedly as he ceremoniously puffed on his fat cigar. Carl knew that Robert would see denial as confirmation. Bangkok was full of people claiming to be what they weren’t, so claiming not to be something often got the opposite assumption. Carl liked the game.
“Very Sherlock Holmes I am sure. But come on old sport, this isn’t the time to hide behind cover. You are needed man. So what have you heard?”
“Well Robert, it is like this; over the last twenty years the politicians have started to believe that they are actually running this country. That made them even greedier than usual and instead of discreetly feathering their own nests they tried to claim ownership of the whole forest. So, like naughty children, they got given a red card by the self-appointed referee and sent for an early bath. They are officially suspended for a few matches until they have learnt to behave themselves, or at least found the good manners to invite the referee to play on their team. Nobody likes being left on the sidelines. I don’t know when the next game is scheduled but I’m sure they will let us know eventually.”
“For god’s sake man, this is no time to try and be funny,” Robert Standish told Carl in a low shout.
Carl believed that foreigners, particularly the clever ones, didn’t understand Thailand because they would not accept its basic venal nature. They felt it an insult to their intelligence to be told that Thailand was not as complex as they imagined. The suggestion that it was simple when they found it so confusing perplexed them. So they chose to keep it enigmatic and inaccessible disregarding its very straightforward foundation of mutual greed and jealousy. To understand Thailand, as a foreigner, the other thing you had to accept was the simple truth that you were completely powerless and your future was in the hands of strangers.
“You know I can’t tell you more than that,” Carl said in a lower
Carl drove through the midday traffic to the Oriental Hotel on the river and walked through the lobby to the cigar shop. There was nobody around and the door was locked so he went back to the car and drove to the Grande Hyatt hotel where they also had a cigar shop. The shop at the Hyatt was busy as it had a private room with comfortable armchairs where customers could smoke. Carl asked for a Bolivar Churchill but was told they were out of stock so he bought a Ramon Allones Robusto instead.
“Do you get much demand for the Bolivar Churchill?” he asked the girl at the desk.
“We don’t sell many. They have been out of stock for a while now.”
He went into the smoky room and picked a leather armchair. Carl lit his cigar slowly so as not to overheat it. He took a couple of puffs and leaned back. The room was half full of local businessmen, politicians, and a few of the usual rogues. The rogues nodded at Carl and then went back to their whispered conversation. A large man came in and sat in the armchair opposite Carl.
“Heard anything about the coup?” he asked Carl.
“Only that there was one.”
The man sitting opposite Carl ran one of the legitimate stock brokerage companies in Bangkok. He was an elderly English public schoolboy who Carl assumed would have gone to Eton or Harrow. Carl’s money was on Harrow as there was a theory about Harrovians wearing brown suede shoes with everything. Today he was wearing a dark blue suit with his well-worn brown suede shoes. His name was Robert Standish and he was a pillar of Bangkok’s expatriate society.
“Now come on Carl, we all know you’re a spook. Tell me what the gossip is in your secret world.”
“But I’m not a spook, I’m merely a struggling consulting detective,” Carl told him affectedly as he ceremoniously puffed on his fat cigar. Carl knew that Robert would see denial as confirmation. Bangkok was full of people claiming to be what they weren’t, so claiming not to be something often got the opposite assumption. Carl liked the game.
“Very Sherlock Holmes I am sure. But come on old sport, this isn’t the time to hide behind cover. You are needed man. So what have you heard?”
“Well Robert, it is like this; over the last twenty years the politicians have started to believe that they are actually running this country. That made them even greedier than usual and instead of discreetly feathering their own nests they tried to claim ownership of the whole forest. So, like naughty children, they got given a red card by the self-appointed referee and sent for an early bath. They are officially suspended for a few matches until they have learnt to behave themselves, or at least found the good manners to invite the referee to play on their team. Nobody likes being left on the sidelines. I don’t know when the next game is scheduled but I’m sure they will let us know eventually.”
“For god’s sake man, this is no time to try and be funny,” Robert Standish told Carl in a low shout.
Carl believed that foreigners, particularly the clever ones, didn’t understand Thailand because they would not accept its basic venal nature. They felt it an insult to their intelligence to be told that Thailand was not as complex as they imagined. The suggestion that it was simple when they found it so confusing perplexed them. So they chose to keep it enigmatic and inaccessible disregarding its very straightforward foundation of mutual greed and jealousy. To understand Thailand, as a foreigner, the other thing you had to accept was the simple truth that you were completely powerless and your future was in the hands of strangers.
“You know I can’t tell you more than that,” Carl said in a lower
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