Chapter 1 - Madras 1986
“He knows too much. I must ask you to do nothing.”
“But this time I caught him in the act. I have proof, witnesses, everything. There is no possible
doubt.”
“I said he knows too much! The company can’t afford to have any problems. Our position is
very sensitive in this country. We can’t afford to take risks. I am telling you once again – you will
do nothing. And if there is any trouble, I’m afraid I shall have to hold you personally responsible.
So be sensible for once in your life.”
“I see. So you are telling me to close my eyes to corruption and behave as if nothing has
happened. Is that right?”
“I didn’t put it quite like that. But, if you insist, yes. What Vish does or doesn’t do is a minor
matter compared with the company’s global strategy. Just try to get things in perspective. After
all, you won’t be stuck in Madras for ever – I’ll make sure that you are not. So just go with the flow
for a bit longer. When you’re in your next post this will all seem a very long way away, I can assure
you. But meantime, no trouble. I hope I’ve made myself clear. Oh, and, by the way, I advise you
to forget that we have had this conversation. Goodbye.”
Dick Sterling put the phone down. His hands were trembling. He was furious with himself for
failing to persuade his boss in Delhi, Keith Lennox, to support him, and was disgusted at the mixture
of veiled threats and vague promises Lennox had made.
Adapted from MALEY, Alan. He knows too much. Cambridge University Press, 1999. p.6