“Take me back to Pavel Kapustin, or Christopher Metsos as you may have known him. You were saying he was in the same business as Al Salim, as a banker for terrorism or espionage. Were you ever told the two men may have met, or do you know of such a meeting?”
“Oh, Harry, I do worry about you. I have not said I know him. You may have thought you mentioned his name, but you haven’t. You really must go and see a doctor, a scan on the brain-box might be favourable.
Either that or more sleep, or, come to think about it, a drastic reduction in the amount of whisky could be a good point to start with. If we want to recount on the work we’ve done so far, then please do, but you never asked me about Kapustin or Metsos. You have asked me about Sabah Al Salim.
Memory, Harry, memory.”
She was right
