No vested interest in the world can buy him once he gets his teeth into a story. No one can stop him.' `You know this Newman?' `Unfortunately, no. But I can reach him. You see it even says where he's staying. I'd better call him — but I'll use that public phone box just down the street...' `You didn't want to be seen outside...' `It's worth the risk. I have to do something. Newman might even be working on the Gold Club story. Terminal...' `Manfred!' There was surprise, a hint of hurt in her voice. `When I told you about that you gave me the impression you'd never heard of either the Gold Club or Terminal.' He looked uncomfortable. Taking the cup of coffee out of her hand he hauled her on to his lap. She really weighed nothing at all. He stared straight at her. He was about to break the habit of a lifetime — to trust another human being. `It was for your own protection. That's God's truth. Don't ask me any more — knowledge can kill you when such ruthless and powerful forces are involved.
