Not a Penny More, Not a Penny Less [antikvár]

Prologue 'Jörg, expect $7 million from Crédit Parisian in the No. 2 account by 6 pm tonight, Central European time, and place it with first-class banks and triple "A" commercial names. Otherwise, invest it in the overnight Euro-dollar market. Understood?' 'Yes, Harvey.' 'Place $1 million in the Banco do Minas Gerais, Rio de Janeiro, in the names of Silverman and Elliot and cancel the call loan at Barclays Bank, Lombard Street. Understood?' 'Yes, Harvey.' 'Buy gold on my commodity account until it reaches $10 million and then hold until you receive further instructions. Try and buy in the troughs and don't rush - be patient. Understood?' 'Yes, Harvey.' Harvey Metcalfe realised that the last instruction was unnecessary. Jörg Birrer was one of the most conservative bankers in Zürich and, more important to Harvey, had over the past twenty-five years proved to be one of the shrewdest. 'Can you join me at Wimbledon on Tuesday, June 25th at 2 pm, Centre Court, my usual debenture seat?' 'Yes, Harvey.' The telephone clicked into place. Harvey never said goodbye. He had never understood the niceties of life and it was too late to start learning now. He picked up the phone, dialled the seven digits which would give him the