He came close to Newman, whispering the words.`She likes you. If something happens to me, you do what she says. You obey her. Then you will be safe.'`Nothing is going to happen to you.'`In this game fate deals different cards. We just had a good card. Maybe the next one...' He broke off as Gerda returned and said the meal was ready. Newman left them to lay the table in the sitting-room. As he walked through it he noticed Gerda had put back the windcheater on the floor, presumably concealing the Uzi. From the canvas hold-all she had carried from the Chaika, Gerda produced black bread, cheese and some apples. He went outside to the back of the cottage to get some fresh air.After they had eaten their simple meal and drunk black coffee, Falken took out the Border Police folder and the trimmed photo of Newman from the table drawer he had slipped them inside earlier.`As I said, always assume the worst. We assume that Schneider reported the incident. So, they look for an impostor who carries a River Police folder...' He took the pot of glue out of the drawer and squeezed a very small amount in the centre of the back of the trimmed photo.
