"I will stick to the truth in court" - he obstinately reiterates. Eli's
angelic smile.
"But I will tell them that Shmuel was the source of these cursed
documents."
"Only the truth, I told you" - Eli eggs him on solemnly. "Don't stray
either left or right. If Shmuel was enough of a fool to give the files
to unauthorised personnel, that is his problem, not yours" - a pause.
"In any case, I understand that he didn't touch a centime from the fee
the magazine paid you."
Pierre looks intently at the river.
"No" - he admits - "Shmuel didn't even know I'm going to do it, my
liaison with the paper" - reanimated - "I didn't share with him because
he never was my partner!"
"Superb, superb!" - Eli enthuses - "It is such a pleasure to hold a
fruitful conversation with someone as intelligent as you. By the way,
what are you doing now that you've been fired? You got a job? Perhaps a
hobby?"
Pierre's lips uncurl bitterly. He straightens his battered spectacles
on shiny nose and passes an amnesiac hand on long-gone hair.
"Nothing" - he exclaims, examining Eli with hurtful slyness - "The boss
dumped me like that, no severance fee, no nothing, simply because he
caught me drinking on the job."
Eli snaps calloused fingers.
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