“What were you doing in Rendang?” Dr. Robert asked, breaking a long silence. “Collecting materials for a piece on the new regime.” “I wouldn’t have thought the Colonel was newsworthy.” “You’re mistaken. He’s a military dictator. That means there’s death in the offing. And death is always news. Even the remote smell of death is news.” He laughed. “That’s why I was told to drop in on my way back from China.”
