AS SOON AS THE DOOR had closed behind them, Georges Alhamid picked up the telephone on his desk and punched a number.
When a woman’s voice answered at the other end, he said: “Miss Lehman, this is Mr. Alhamid. I’d like to speak to the governor.” There was a pause. Then:
“George? Larry here.”
Alhamid leaned back comfortably against the wall. “I just saw your guests, Larry. I spent damn near three hours explaining why it was necessary to put anchors in rocks, how it was done, and why it was dangerous.”
“Did you convince him? Tarnhorst, I mean.”
“I doubt it. Oh, I don’t mean he thinks I’m lying or anything like that. He’s too sharp for that. But he is convinced that we’re negligent, that we’re a bunch of barbarians who care nothing about human life.”
“You’ve got to unconvince him, Georg
