"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Song."
Weber feigned calmness as he replied, spreading his hands.
But Song Heping noticed his pupils had dilated—a typical sign of lying.
His right hand instinctively reached for his tie clip, where the micro camera was located.
Song Heping picked up a red thumbtack and pinned it to the Alder Plateau on the map. "Let me guess. The Americans have been too active in Africa in recent years, cutting into the pie of you French and British."
His finger traced a line on the map.
"Uranium mines in Niger, oil fields in South Sudan, and now they've got their eyes on Darfur."
He looked at Weber, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"And you MI6 found that, instead of direct confrontation, which would destroy years of traditional ally friendship, it might be better to find a 'troublemaker' like me to trip up the Americans, right?"
Weber's lips twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly.
