"Gentleman Zhou!" "Oh, is that Jimmy McGrath?" The members of the good sex tour group are seven depressed women and three sweaty men.Now, they all watched with considerable attention.Their guide, Mr. Cade, apparently ran into an old friend.They all praised Mr. Cade very much. His tall, lanky stature, tanned face, and light-hearted demeanor were admirable.If there were disputes among the group members, he could always resolve them gently and calm them down.Now, the friend he met was indeed a strange-looking person.He was about as tall as Mr. Cade, but stockier and less handsome.He was one of those characters we used to see in books, maybe a barman.Still, it's fun.That's what we do when we travel to foreign countries—to see what the strange things we read about in books look like.By now, they had grown somewhat weary of Bulawayo, South Africa.The sun here is unbearable.Before driving to Matopo, there seemed to be no special places to go.Thankfully Mr. Cade suggested looking at picture postcards.There are a lot of great picture postcards here.

Anthony Cade and his friend went to talk a little away from them. "What are you doing with this bunch of women?" McGrath asked. "It's not just these women." Anthony grinned. "Did you take a good look at them all?" "I can see clearly. I think your eyesight may be getting worse." "My eyesight is as good as ever. Nope. It's a sex tour. I mean, I mean, a local sex tour." "How on earth do you get a job like this?" "Unfortunately, I need cash urgently. I can tell you for certain. This job does not suit my temperament."

Jimmy grinned. "Never do business, right?" Anthony ignored his slanderous remarks about himself. "Nevertheless, I expect a good chance to come before long," he said hopefully. "Usually that's the case." Jimmy giggled. "If there's any trouble brewing, sooner or later Anthony Cade will be involved, I know that," he said. "You have a troublesome nature—and, besides, you have nine lives like a cat, and you're not afraid of death. When can we have a good chat?" Anthony sighed. "I've got to show these women who chatter like hens to the Rodky Society."

"They ought to suffer," said Jimmy approvingly. "It's a rough road. When they come back, they will be bruised and bruised, and they will all be clamoring to lie in bed to recuperate. At that time, you and I can have a drink or two and exchange news." "Good. Goodbye, Jimmy." Anthony rejoined his regiment as a shepherd rejoins his flock.Miss Taylor, the youngest and most frivolous of them all, attacked him at once."Ah, Mr. Cade, is that an old friend of yours?" "Yes, Miss Taylor. He was a friend of my innocent youth." Miss Taylor giggled.

"I thought he was a very interesting looking man." "I'm going to tell him that you said so." "Oh, Mr. Cade, why are you so wicked! Why do you think so of what his name is?" "Gentleman Zhou." "Yes. Is your surname Zhou?" "I thought you knew my name was Anthony, Miss Taylor." "Look at your nonsense!" said Miss Taylor coquettishly. Now, Anthony has done his job competently and happily.These duties are to include, in addition to all necessary arrangements for travel, that the irascible old gentleman must be appeased if anyone is offended; Female guests under a few years old have to flirt.This last task is easier.Because the kind of female guest we are talking about is easy to think that what he says, even if it is very simple, contains tenderness.

Miss Taylor turned on him again. "Then why did he call you 'Gentleman Zhou'?" "Ah, that's just because that's not my name." "Then, why is it called 'Junzi·Zhou'?" "For the same reason." "Oh, Mr. Cade," protested Miss Taylor sadly; "you shouldn't have said that. Papa was saying you were very gentlemanly last night." "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Taylor." "We all think you're a gentleman." "I'm flattered." "You're welcome, really, I'm telling the truth."

"A kind heart is better than a crown of flowers," said Anthony hollowly, not knowing what he meant.He wished it was almost lunch time. "That's a beautiful line. I always think so. Do you know a lot of poetry, Mr. Cade?" "If I had to, I could recite lines like, 'The lad stood on the scorching deck; all but him fled.' That's all I know. But one thing, if you like, I can act it out Come out. 'Boy standing on deck'--ho-ho! A-hoo! (It means fire, you know!) 'Everyone's gone but him'--I'm running like a dog at that run." Taylor let out a sharp laugh.

"Oh, look at Mr. Cade! Isn't he very funny?" "It's time for morning tea," said Anthony briskly. "Go from here, please. There's a nice café in the street below." "I think," said Mrs. Goldick in a deep voice. "Is the tea money included in the tour fee?" "Mrs. Godecco," said Anthony, with the air characteristic of his trade. "Morning tea is an extra expense." "What a shame!" "Life is full of painful trials, don't you think?" Anthony said happily. Mrs. Goldick's eyes flickered, and then she said with a look of finding gold: "I expected that, so I pre-empted some tea into a small jug at breakfast this morning. I can burn tea and eat it on the spirit lamp.

Come on, old man! The Sugodek couple proudly walked towards the hotel with solemn steps. From the posture on the back of Mrs. Gaodeke, it can be seen that she is complacent about her foresight. "Oh, Lord!" murmured Anthony. "How many interesting characters are needed to make up this colorful world!" He leads the rest of the tourists towards the cafe.Miss Taylor walked beside him and continued to question him rigorously. "Have you and your friend not seen each other for a long time?" "More than seven years." "Did you know him in Africa?"

"Yes, but not in this part of the world. The first time I saw Jimmy McGrath, he had his hands tied behind his back and he was ready to be cooked. Some tribes in the interior of Africa are cannibals, you know ? We arrived just in time." "What happened next?" "It was a little fight afterwards. We killed a few of the natives, and the rest escaped." "Oh, Mr. Cade. What an adventurous life you lead!" "Trust me, it's all very peaceful." But the lady obviously didn't believe him. It was about ten o'clock that evening when Anthony Cade entered Jimmy McGrath's cubicle.Jimmy was deftly pouring wine from several wine bottles and was busy with the preparation.

"Make me a stronger drink, James," he begged him. "Tell you, I really need a drink." "I reckon you need it, boy. I wouldn't do your kind of work anyway." "If you tell me there's something else to do, I'll throw it away right away." McGrath poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down deftly, then poured another.Then he said slowly: "Are you serious, boy?" "For what?" "Would you quit this job if you could find another job?" "What? Are you saying you know of a job that hasn't been filled? Why don't you take the chance?" "I've got it. But I don't like it very much. That's why I wanted to make it for you." Anthony became suspicious. "What's wrong? They didn't hire you to teach Sunday school, did they?" "Did you think someone was going to teach me at birthday school?" "Of course, if they knew what you were, they wouldn't." "That's a good job. Nothing inappropriate." "Could it happen to be in South Africa? I've been keeping a good eye on South Africa. There's going to be a revolution in one of these little republics soon." McGrath grinned. "You've always been very excited about revolutions. You like anything if you're involved in a really serious fight." "I thought my talents would be appreciated there. I tell you, Jimmy, I might be useful in a revolutionary movement--both sides. Better that than earning a living honestly." "I think I've heard you say that before, boy. No. The job isn't in South Africa—it's in England." "England? Many years away, and now the hero has returned to his homeland. Seven years in debt, they won't ask you for it? Will they, Jimmy?" "I don't think so. Would you like to hear the details of the job, then?" "Of course I'd like to hear it. What I don't understand is why you don't do it yourself?" "I'll tell you. I'm going to pan for gold, Anthony. Far out into the interior of Africa." Anthony immediately whistled and looked at him. "You've always been panning for gold, Jimmy. You've always been panning for gold since I've known you. It's your hobby--your own peculiar hobby. You've been panning for gold more than anyone I've ever known." "I will drive to a gold mine in the end. Just wait and see." "Oh, everyone has a hobby. Mine is fighting. Yours is a goldmine." "Let me tell you all about it. I suppose you know everything about Herzoslav?" Anthony suddenly looked up. "Hersoslav?" he said, with a strange note in his voice. "Yes. Do you know what's going on in that place?" Anthony hesitated a little before answering him.He said slowly: "All I know is that everyone knows. It's one of several countries in the Balkans, isn't it? The main rivers, unknown; the main mountain ranges, also unknown, but countless. The capital, Ekari The inhabitants, chiefly bandits. The hobbies of the inhabitants: Assassination of kings, revolution. The last king, Nicholas IV, was assassinated about seven years ago. Then it became a republic. In a word, a A very likely place to start a revolution." "Actually, you should have mentioned that Hezoslav has already participated in the revolution." "Only indirectly and." Anthony stared at him—more distressed than angry. "You've got to work on that, James," he said. "You've got to take a correspondence course or something. If you were talking like that in the old Eastern Dynasty, your feet would have been tied up." , Hanging there upside down to be punished, or other equally painful punishments." Jimmy went on, completely unmoved by the accusations. "Have you ever heard of Lord Stiptitch?" "You're talking now," Anthony said. "Many people who have never heard of Herzoslav smile at the mention of Count Stiptich. They all knew him as a great man in the Balkans, the greatest statesman of our time, and a great villain who did not hang.What people think of him depends on what kind of paper they subscribe to.But you needn't doubt it, James, for when you and I have been reduced to ashes, Lord Stiptitch's name will be remembered. Every political movement and movement of rebellion in the Near East during the last twenty years has at its root a connection with Count Stiptitch.He was a dictator, a patriot, and a statesman. All he knew was that he was a conspiracy king, and no one knew for sure "What the hell is he. Well, what do you bring up about him?" "He used to be Hezoslav's prime minister. So I'll mention him first." "Jimmy, you don't have a mind of proportion. Herzoslav is nothing compared to Count Slaptic. It's just his birthplace, and his public life. But, I thought he was dead. Woolen cloth." "He is dead. He died in Paris about two months ago. What I am telling you now happened some years ago." "The problem is," Anthony said. "What exactly are you trying to tell me?" Jimmy accepted his accusation and hurried on. .Is such that.It was in Paris at the time—just four years ago, to be exact.One evening I was walking in a rather quiet street.Later I saw five or six French hooligans beating up an old gentleman who seemed to be of good standing.I don't like that kind of bullying behavior.So, I immediately stepped in and beat up those hooligans.They all escaped without a trace! " "Well done, James," said Anthony mildly. "I wish I had seen that fight." "Oh, that's all right," said Jimmy modestly. "However, the old gentleman couldn't be more grateful. He had two drinks that day, no doubt about it. However, he was quite sober enough to ask my name and address. He came to thank me the next day, and he was In a grandiose way. That's when I found out that it was Lord Stiptitch I was saving. He has a house on the Powys." Anthony nodded. "By the way, after King Nicholas was assassinated, Count Stiptitch went to live in Paris. Later, they asked him to go back to be president. But he didn't accept it. He still insisted on his principles of monarchy. However, it is said that He's been involved in all the secret political operations in the Balkans, the late Count Stiptitch, a deep man." "Nicholas IV's taste in choosing wives is odd, isn't it?" said Jimmy suddenly. "Yes." Anthony said. "It ruined him too, ah, poor fellow! She's a down-and-out vaudeville performer in Paris, not even worthy of an upper-class marriage. But Nicholas was devoted to her, and she was determined to be a Empress. This kind of thing sounds unbelievable, but they finally managed to achieve their goal. He called her Countess Popavsky, and said that she was of Tsar Romanov blood. Nicholas in Ekary Married to her at the Cathedral of Sturt, and some archbishops reluctantly married her. So she was crowned Empress Falaja. Nicholas bought his ministers. I think he probably thought that was the only thing that mattered. But, He forgot to deal with his people. The people of Hesoslav are old-fashioned, and they think that their king and queen should be real people. Therefore, there are complaints and dissatisfaction among the people. Naturally, the authorities exert cruel suppression. Finally, Riots, mobs stormed the palace, killed the king and queen, proclaimed a republic. From then on, it became a republic. However, I heard there were still incidents. They assassinated a president or two, so that their assassination skills would not be neglected .But let's get back to business. You just said that Lord Stiptitch was paying homage to you as a savior." "Yes, but that's the end of it. I haven't thought about it since I got back to Africa. But about a fortnight ago I got a very strange-looking package. It went all the way through me. I don't know how long it's been. I read in the paper that Count Stiptitch died recently in Paris. So, in this package is his autobiography - or memoir, or whatever you call it Do something. Enclosed is a note saying that if I send that manuscript to a publishing house in London on or before October 13th, they will give me a thousandfold." "One thousand? You mean a thousand pounds, Jimmy." "I mean, boy. I hope it's not a hoax. As the saying goes, you can't trust the words of princes and politicians. So, what about this thing? Since this package has been following me, I can't delay any longer. However, it is a pity that I have just completed my plan to go to the interior of Africa this time, and I am determined to go. Such a good opportunity will never come again.” "Jimmy, you are hopeless. Thousands of gold in your hands are worth countless gold in castles in the air." "What if it's a hoax? Anyway, I've already booked a boat ticket to Cape Town, and everything is arranged. Now, you're here suddenly." Anthony stood up and lit a cigarette. "I see what you mean, James. You're going to pan for gold as you've been scheduled to do. I'll collect the thousand pounds for you.So, how much do I benefit from? " "A quarter, what do you think?" "Two hundred and fifty times, according to the general saying, income tax is exempted?" "right." "Well! Now tell you, let you hate me with gnashing teeth. I would have done it for a hundred pounds. Let me tell you, James McGrath, that when you die you can't count how much you have in the bank." Deposited." "Anyway, is it over?" "It's done. I agree. Then the sex tour will be messed up." The two of them solemnly toasted and congratulated each other.