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Chapter 22David Bernstein had heard from Gibson in the interim that Richard Gillman was in fact alive—the body they had exhumed in Dakar was definitely not that of a Caucasian man. Fred had then told David that Lypsick should be sent to Melbourne in search of Samuel, and that Talya would not be found for the moment. David, being no dunce, had concluded that Samuel and Talya were in fact together somewhere else. As for Mark, and as planned, he was on his way Downunder, but not to assist Lypsick. He was to join Talya and Samuel on their boat. At that announcement, Mark had sworn under his breath. “What is it with this woman; can’t she stay on dry land for more than three days?” Mark was the cat par excellence. He loved to prowl in search of his prey by night, sleep in front of the fireplace