Sam Watson was standing at the arrivals gate at Rio Airport, holding a bunch of flowers. He was worried. Judy's plane was three hours late and nobody knew why. Sam walked over to the bar and had a drink. He walked back to the arrivals gate. No news. He walked back to the bar and had another drink. Still no news ... Back to the bar ... Two hours (and eight drinks) later, Judy's plane landed, and after another half hour the passengers started coming out, Sam smiled, and looked for Judy. After a time he stopped smiling. Finally, the last passenger came through. It wasn't Judy. Sam said a big bad word. What had happened? He went over to the information desk. `My name's Sam Watson,' he said. 'Have you got any messages for me?' Yes,' said the stewardess. `A telephone message from Scotland.' She handed him a paper. `Mr Sam Watson, Rio Airport. Have a nice holiday. Don't come back. Love, Jasper MacDonald.' Sam said another big bad word, tore up the caper, and gave the flowers to the stewardess. `What time's the next plane to London?' Behind Sam, a tall beautiful girl was listening to his conversation. When she heard the word `London', she smiled. As the night plane took off, Sam closed his eyes. He loved travelling, but he was always a little afraid of flying. He couldn't really understand how the plane stayed up in the air. Also, he was worried about what would happen to him. Would there be detectives waiting for him at London Airport? It was crazy to leave Brazil. In Brazil there was sun, freedom and beautiful women. He could live happily for years with his Ł50,000. In Britain there was rain, trouble, policemen and a strong chance of prison. But he had to see Judy. Judy was different. Judy was special. Sam smiled and opened his eyes. Next to him there was sitting a tall, incredibly beautiful girl. `Hello,' said Sam. `My name's Sam.' `I know,' said the beautiful girl. `My name's Detective Sergeant Honeybone.' Sam closed his eyes again.