As soon as Polycarp had entered his study, he locked the door and searched through the locked drawers. A knock got him shaking. It was his wife.
“Darling! Why are you back so early?”
He walked to the door and unlocked it in a sigh.
“I am searching for some papers.’ He dipped his hands in his flowing agbada and brought a bundle of fifty naira notes in their wraps. ‘Here, pick the Volvo and run down to the market and get me a portable briefcase. The Governor has decided to pay me a visit in the afternoon. Please run!”
“What of what I will wear to the reception? I need some money.”
“What you are holding there is ten grand- so buy the briefcase and make use of the rest of the money.”
“All right. What colour, black or ash?”
“Any colour will do, just run, and stop asking silly questions!’
