Sir Hamish, started speaking as soon as his burly project manager entered the room, not even inviting him to take a seat.

"You must contact our embassy in Mexico City immediately and inform them of our intentions," pronounced Sir Hamish. "I may speak to the ambassador myself," he said, intending that to be the concluding remark of the interview.

"Useless," said David Heath.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I don't wish to appear rude, sir, but it doesn't work like that anymore. Britain is no longer a great power dispensing largesse to all far-flung and grateful recipients."

"More's the pity," said Sir Hamish.

The project manager continued as though he had not heard the remark.

"The Mexicans now have vast wealth of their own, and the United States, Japan, France, and Germany keep massive embassies in Mexico City with highly professional trade delegations trying to influence every ministry."

"But surely history counts for something," said Sir Hamish. "Wouldn't they rather deal with an established British company than some upstarts from-?"

"Perhaps, sir, but in the end all that really matters is which minister is in charge of what contract and who is his outside representative."

Sir Hamish looked puzzled. "Your meaning is obscure to me, Mr. Heath."

"Allow me to explain, sir. Under the present system in Mexico, each ministry has an allocation of money to spend on projects agreed to by the government. Every secretary of state is acutely aware that his tenure of office may be very short, so he picks out a major contract for himself from the many available. It's the one way to ensure a pension for life if the government is changed overnight or the minister simply loses his job."

"Don't bandy words with me, Mr. Heath. What you are suggesting is that I should bribe a government official. I have never been involved in that sort of thing in thirty years of business."

"And I wouldn't want you to start now," replied Heath. "The Mexican is far too experienced in business etiquette for anything as clumsy as that to be suggested, but while the law requires that you appoint a Mexican agent, it must make sense to try and sign up the minister's man, who in the end is the one person who can ensure that you will be awarded the contract. The system seems to work well, and as long as a minister deals only with reputable international firms and doesn't become greedy, no one complains. Fail to observe either of those two golden rules and the whole house of cards collapses. The minister ends up in Le Cumberri for thirty years and the company concerned has all its assets expropriated and is banned from any future business dealings in Mexico."

"I really cannot become involved in such shenanigans," said Sir Hamish. "I still have my shareholders to consider."

"You don't have to become involved," Heath rejoined. "After we have tendered for the contract, you wait and see if the company has been shortlisted and then, if we have, you wait again to find out if the minister's man approaches us. I know the man, so if he does make contact we have a deal. After all, Graham Construction is a respectable international company."

"Precisely, and that's why it's against my principles," said Sir Hamish with hauteur.

"I do hope, Sir Hamish, it's also against your principles to allow the Germans and the Americans to steal the contract from under our noses."

Sir Hamish glared back at his project manager but remained silent.

"And I feel I must add, sir," said David Heath, moving restlessly from foot to foot, "that the pickings in Scotland haven't exactly yielded a harvest lately."

"All right, all right, go ahead," said Sir Hamish reluctantly. "Put in a tender figure for the Mexico City ring road, but be warned, if I find bribery is involved, on your head be it!" he added, banging his fist on the table.

"What tender figure have you settled on, sir?" asked the project manager. "I believe, as I stressed in my report that we should keep the amount under forty million dollars."

"Agreed," said Sir Hamish, who paused for a moment and smiled to himself before saying: "Make it $39,121,110."

"Why that particular figure, sir?"

"Sentimental reasons," said Sir Hamish, without further explanation.

David Heath left, pleased that he had persuaded his boss to go ahead, although he feared it might in the end prove harder to overcome Sir Hamish's principles than the entire Mexican government. Nevertheless he filled in the bottom line of the tender as instructed and then had the document signed by three directors, including his chairman, as required by Mexican law. He sent the tender by special messenger to the Ministry of Buildings in Paseo de la Reforma: When tendering for a contract for over thirty-nine million dollars, one does not send the document by first-class mail.

Several weeks passed before the Mexican Embassy in London contacted Sir Hamish, requesting that he travel to Mexico City for a meeting with Manuel Unichurtu, the minister concerned with the city's ring-road project. Sir Hamish remained skeptical, but David Heath was jubilant, because he had already learned through another source that Graham Construction was the only tender being seriously considered at that moment, although there were one or two outstanding items still to be agreed on. David Heath knew exactly what that meant.

A week later Sir Hamish, traveling first class, and David Heath, traveling economy, flew out of Heathrow bound for Mexico International Airport. On arrival they took an hour to clear customs and another thirty minutes to find a taxi to take them to the city, and then only after the driver had bargained with them for an outrageous fare. They covered the fifteen-mile journey from the airport to their hotel in just over an hour, and Sir Hamish was able to observe firsthand why the Mexicans were so desperate to build a ring road. Even with the windows down the ten-year-old car was like an oven that had been left on high all night, but during the journey Sir Hamish never once loosened his collar or tie. The two men checked into their rooms, phoned the minister's secretary to inform her of their arrival, and then waited.

For two days nothing happened.

David Heath assured his chairman that such a holdup was not an unusual course of events in Mexico, as the minister was undoubtedly in meetings most of the day, and after all, wasn't manana the one Spanish word every foreigner understood?

On the afternoon of the third day, just as Sir Hamish was threatening to return home, David Heath received a call from the minister's man, who accepted an invitation to join them both for dinner in Sir Hamish's suite that evening.

Sir Hamish put on evening dress for the occasion, despite David Heath's counseling against the idea. He even had a bottle of Fin La Ina sherry sent up in case the minister's man required some refreshment. The dinner table was set, and the hosts were ready for 7:30. The minister's man did not appear at 7:30 or 7:45, or 8:00, or 8:15, or 8:30. At 8:49 there was a loud rap on the door, and Sir Hamish muttered an inaudible reproach as David Heath went to open it. He found his contact standing there.

"Good evening, Mr. Heath. I'm sorry to be late. Held up with the minister, you understand."

"Yes, of course," said David Heath. "How good of you to come, Senor Perez. May I introduce my chairman, Sir Hamish Graham?"

"How do you do, Sir Hamish? Victor Perez at your service."

Sir Hamish was dumbfounded. He simply stood and stared at the middle-aged little Mexican who had arrived for dinner dressed in a grubby white T-shirt and Western jeans. Perez looked as if he hadn't shaved for three days and reminded Sir Hamish of those bandits he had seen in B-movies when he was a schoolboy. He wore a heavy gold bracelet around his wrist that could have come from Cartier's, and a tiger's tooth on a platinum chain around his neck that looked as if it had come from Woolworth's. Perez grinned from ear to ear, pleased with the effect he was making.

"Good evening," replied Sir Hamish stiffly, taking a step backward. "Would you care for a sherry?"

"No, thank you, Sir Hamish. I've grown into the habit of liking your whiskey, on the rocks with a little soda."

"I'm sorry, I only have-"

"Don't worry, sir, I have some in my room," said David Heath, and rushed away to retrieve a bottle of Johnnie Walker he had hidden under the shirts in his top drawer. Despite this Scottish aid, the conversation before dinner among the three men was somewhat stilted, but David Heath had not come five thousand miles for an inferior hotel meal with Victor Perez, and Victor Perez in any other circumstances would not have crossed the road to meet Sir Hamish Graham, even if he'd built it. Their conversation ranged from the recent visit to Mexico of Her Majesty the Queen-as Sir Hamish referred to her-to the proposed return trip of President Portillo to Britain. Dinner might have gone more smoothly if Mr. Perez hadn't eaten most of the food with his hands and then proceeded to wipe his fingers on his jeans. The more Sir Hamish stared at him in disbelief, the more the little Mexican would grin from ear to ear. After dinner David Heath thought the time had come to steer the conversation toward the real purpose of the meeting, but not before Sir Hamish had reluctantly had to call for a bottle of brandy and a box of cigars.

"We are looking for an agent to represent the Graham Construction Company in Mexico, Mr. Perez, and you have been highly recommended," said Sir Hamish, sounding unconvinced by his own statement.

"Do call me Victor."

Sir Hamish bowed silently and shuddered. There was no way this man was going to be allowed to call him Hamish.

"I'd be pleased to represent you, Hamish," continued Perez, "provided that you find my terms acceptable."

"Perhaps you could enlighten us as to what those-hm, terms-might be," said Sir Hamish stiffly.

"Certainly," said the little Mexican cheerfully. "I require ten percent of the agreed tender figure, five percent to be paid on the day you are awarded the contract and five percent whenever you present your completion certificates. Not a penny to be paid until you have received your fee, all my payments deposited in an account at Credit Suisse in Geneva within seven days of the National Bank of Mexico clearing your check."

David Heath drew in his breath sharply and stared down at the stone floor.

"But under those terms you would make nearly four million dollars," protested Sir Hamish, now red in the face. "That's over half our projected profit."

"That, as I believe you say in England, Hamish, is your problem. You fixed the tender price," said Perez, "not me. In any case, there's still enough in the deal for both of us to make a handsome profit, which is surely fair, as we bring half the equation to the table."

Sir Hamish was speechless as he fiddled with his bow tie. David Heath examined his fingernails attentively.

"Think the whole thing over, Hamish," said Victor Perez, sounding unperturbed, "and let me know your decision by midday tomorrow. The outcome makes little difference to me." The Mexican rose, shook hands with Sir Hamish, and left. David Heath, sweating slightly, accompanied him down in the lift. In the foyer he clasped hands damply with the Mexican.

"Good night, Victor. I'm sure everything will be all right-by midday tomorrow."

"I hope so," replied the Mexican, "for your sake." He strolled out of the foyer whistling.

Sir Hamish, a glass of water in his hand, was still seated at the dinner table when his project manager returned.

"I do not believe it is possible that that-that that man can represent the secretary of state, represent a government minister."

"I am assured that he does," replied David Heath.

"But to part with nearly four million dollars to such an individual-"

"I agree with you, sir, but that is the way business is conducted out here."

"I can't believe it," said Sir Hamish. "I won't believe it. I want you to make an appointment for me to see the minister first thing tomorrow morning."

"He won't like that, sir. It might expose his position, and put him right out in the open in a way that could only embarrass him."

"I don't give a damn about embarrassing him. We are discussing a bribe, do I have to spell it out for you, Heath? A bribe of nearly four million dollars. Have you no principles, man?"

"Yes, sir, but I would still advise you against seeing the secretary of state. He won't want any of your conversation with Mr. Perez on the record."

"I have run this company my way for nearly thirty years, Mr. Heath, and I shall be the judge of what I want on the record."

"Yes, of course, sir."

"I will see the secretary of state first thing in the morning. Kindly arrange a meeting."

"If you insist, sir," said David Heath resignedly.

"I insist."

The project manager departed to his own room and a sleepless night. Early the next morning he delivered a handwritten, personal, and private letter to the minister, who sent a car around immediately for the Scottish industrialist.

Sir Hamish was driven slowly through the noisy, exuberant, bustling crowds of the city in the minister's black Ford Galaxy with flag flying. People made way for the car respectfully. The chauffeur came to a halt outside the Ministry of Buildings and Public Works in the Paseo de la Reforma and guided Sir Hamish through the long white corridors to a waiting room. A few minutes later an assistant showed Sir Hamish through to the secretary of state and took a seat by his side. The minister, a severe-looking man who appeared to be well into his seventies, was dressed in an immaculate white suit, white shirt, and blue tie. He rose, leaned over the vast expanse of green leather, and offered his hand.

"Do have a seat, Sir Hamish."

"Thank you," the chairman said, feeling more at home as he took in the minister's office; on the ceiling a large propellerlike fan revolved slowly around, making little difference to the stuffiness of the room, while hanging on the wall behind the minister was a signed picture of President Jose Lopez Portillo in full morning dress, and below the photo a plaque displayed a coat of arms.

"I see you were educated at Cambridge."

"That is correct, Sir Hamish, I was at Corpus Christi for three years."

"Then you know my country well, sir."

"I do have many happy memories of my stays in England, Sir Hamish; in fact, I still visit London as often as my leave allows."

"You must take a trip to Edinburgh some time."

"I have already done so, Sir Hamish. I attended the festival on two occasions and now know why your city is described as the Athens of the North."

"You are well informed, Minister."

"Thank you, Sir Hamish. Now I must ask how I can help you. Your assistant's note was rather vague."

"First let me say, Minister, that my company is honored to be considered for the city ring-road project, and I hope that our experience of thirty years in construction, twenty of them in the Third World"-he nearly said the undeveloped countries, an expression his project manager had warned him against-"is the reason you, as minister in charge, found us the natural choice for this contract."

"That, and your reputation for finishing a job on time at the stipulated price," replied the secretary of state. "Only twice in your history have you returned to the principal asking for changes in the payment schedule. Once in Uganda when you were held up by Amin's pathetic demands, and the other project, if I remember rightly, was in Bolivia, an airport, when you were unavoidably delayed for six months because of an earthquake. In both cases you completed the contract at the new price stipulated, and my advisers think you must have lost money on both occasions." The secretary of state mopped his brow with a silk handkerchief before continuing. "I would not wish you to think my government takes these decisions of selection lightly."

Sir Hamish was astounded by the secretary of state's command of his brief, the more so as no prompting notes lay on the leather-topped desk in front of him. He suddenly felt guilty at the little he knew about the secretary of state's background or history.

"Of course not, Minister. I am flattered by your personal concern, which makes me all the more determined to broach an embarrassing subject that has-"

"Before you say anything else, Sir Hamish, may I ask you some questions?"

"Of course, Minister."

"Do you still find the tender price of $39,121,110 acceptable in all the circumstances?"

"Yes, Minister."

"That amount still leaves you enough to do a worthwhile job while making a profit for your company?"

"Yes, Minister, but-"

"Excellent, then I think all you have to decide is whether you want to sign the contract by midday today." The minister emphasized the word "midday" as clearly as he could.

Sir Hamish, who had never understood the expression "a nod is as good as a wink," charged foolishly on.

"There is, nevertheless, one aspect of the contract I feel that I should discuss with you privately."

"Are you sure that would be wise, Sir Hamish?"

Sir Hamish hesitated, but only for a moment, before proceeding. Had David Heath heard the conversation that had taken place so far, he would have stood up, shaken hands with the secretary of state, removed the top of his fountain pen, and headed toward the contract-but not his employer.

"Yes, Minister, I feel I must," said Sir Hamish firmly.

"Will you kindly leave us, Miss Vieites?" said the secretary of state.

The assistant closed her shorthand book, rose, and left the room. Sir Hamish waited for the door to close before he began again.

"Yesterday I had a visit from a countryman of yours, a Mr. Victor Perez, who resides here in Mexico City and claims-"

"An excellent man," said the minister very quietly.

Still Sir Hamish charged on. "Yes, I daresay he is, Minister, but he asked to be allowed to represent Graham Construction as our agent, and I wondered-"