Goodbye, Mr. Robinson. The late afternoon sun was disappearing behind the towering monsoon clouds gathering on the horizon as a yellow scooter pulled up in front of the hotel near the beach. Yes, it was driven by a young Thai lady of thirty-five or forty years old dressed in shorts and a white t-shirt. The passenger was a tall, slender Englishman in his sixties, dressed elegantly if a little incongruously: beige trousers, pink shirt and a dark blue blazer which he took off and put under his arm as soon as he got out of the car. He climbed the four steps to the restaurant area, now deserted in that low season, placed his jacket on the back of a chair and took his usual seat on a high wooden stool at the end of the bar. He pulled a pack of American cigarettes from his shirt pocket, tapped the pack twice, and lit one with a silver Ronsen lighter he carried in his back pocket. "Good afternoon, Mr. Robinson," Tam called to the waiter from across the restaurant where he was draping a dirty white rag on the tables. Mr. Robinson turned slightly in her direction and nodded, exhaling a cloud of blue smoke towards the rafters where a large green gecko hung upside down and motionless from the beam. "Good afternoon Mr. Robinson." Echoed the voice of Anoma, the director, from the cramped office behind the counter. "Are you happy today?" She appeared in the doorway, an attractive woman in her thirties, tall and well built for a Thai girl. 'Oh! You look so beautiful today. Yes, it will be sad to say goodbye.' She came and stood in front of him behind the counter and placed her hand lightly on his arm. They had been friends for a long time, with an easy and comfortable relationship. Robinson looked at her half…half of the paper…up! " I called Tam across the room after hearing the last remark. 'Absolutely top secret mission!' Yip turned to Anoma. «He lies. Not a business trip." His large brown eyes were hard and bright: "He lies!" he repeated forcefully. Mr. Robinson took a cigarette and looked up at the ceiling where the Gecko began his call. "Too Kai, Too Kai, Too Kai." Anoma looked from Yip to the man, a slightly embarrassed expression clouding her face, and said something softly in Thai to the woman. Yip turned and brought her face closer to the man's, looking to force him to look at her and, in a voice that betrayed both anger and unhappiness, he cried: "No!" he stood up, clattering the stool to the floor behind him, and viciously stubbed out his cigarette in the clamshell ashtray on the counter..