International Financial Management 12Th by Jeff Madura Full Chapter
International Financial Management 12Th by Jeff Madura Full Chapter
International Financial Management 12Th by Jeff Madura Full Chapter
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Preface
Businesses evolve into multinational corporations (MNCs) so that they can capitalize on
international opportunities. Their financial managers must be able to assess the interna-
tional environment, recognize opportunities, implement strategies, assess exposure to
risk, and manage that risk. The MNCs most capable of responding to changes in the
international financial environment will be rewarded. The same can be said for the
students today who may become the future managers of MNCs.
INTENDED MARKET
International Financial Management, 12th Edition, presumes an understanding of basic
corporate finance. It is suitable for both undergraduate and master’s level courses in in-
ternational financial management. For master’s courses, the more challenging questions,
problems, and cases in each chapter are recommended, along with special projects.
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prefer to cover the MNC’s management of short-term assets and liabilities before the
management of long-term assets and liabilities, the parts can be rearranged because
they are self-contained.
Professors may limit their coverage of chapters in some sections where they believe
the text concepts are covered by other courses or do not need additional attention
beyond what is in the text. For example, they may give less attention to the chapters in
Part 2 (Chapters 6 through 8) if their students take a course in international economics.
If professors focus on the main principles, they may limit their coverage of Chapters 5,
15, 16, and 18. In addition, they may give less attention to Chapters 19 through 21 if
they believe that the text description does not require elaboration.
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learn how to obtain exchange rate information online and apply Excel to measure
the value at risk.
■ Integrative Problem. An integrative problem at the end of each part integrates the
key concepts of chapters within that part.
■ Midterm and Final Examinations. A midterm self-exam is provided at the end of
Chapter 8, which focuses on international macro and market conditions (Chapters 1
through 8). A final self-exam is provided at the end of Chapter 21, which focuses
on the managerial chapters (Chapters 9 through 21). Students can compare their
answers to those in the answer key provided.
■ Supplemental Cases. Supplemental cases allow students to apply chapter concepts to
a specific situation of an MNC. All supplemental cases are located in Appendix B.
■ Running Your Own MNC. This project allows each student to create a small inter-
national business and apply key concepts from each chapter to run the business
throughout the school term. The project is available in the textbook companion site
(see the “Online Resources” section).
■ International Investing Project. Located in Appendix D, this project allows students
to simulate investing in stocks of MNCs and foreign companies and requires them
to assess how the values of these stocks change during the school term in response
to international economic conditions. The project is also available on the textbook
companion site (see the “Online Resources” section).
■ Discussion in the Boardroom. Located in Appendix E, this project allows students to
play the role of managers or board members of a small MNC that they created and
to make decisions about that firm. This project is also available on the textbook
companion site (see the “Online Resources” section).
■ The variety of end-of-chapter and end-of-part exercises and cases offer many
opportunities for students to engage in teamwork, decision making, and
communication.
ONLINE RESOURCES
The textbook companion site provides resources for both students and instructors.
Students: Access the following resources by going to www.cengagebrain.com and
searching ISBN 9781133947837: Running Your Own MNC, International Investing
Project, Discussion in the Boardroom, Key Terms Flashcards, and chapter Web links.
Instructors: Access textbook resources by going to www.cengage.com, logging in
with your faculty account username and password, and using ISBN 9781133947837 to
search for instructor resources or to add instructor resources to your account.
INSTRUCTOR SUPPLEMENTS
The following supplements are available to instructors.
■ Instructor’s Manual. Revised by the author, the Instructor’s Manual contains the
chapter theme, topics to stimulate class discussion, and answers to end-of-chapter
Questions, Case Problems, Continuing Cases (Blades, Inc.), Small Business Dilem-
mas, Integrative Problems, and Supplemental Cases.
■ Test Bank. The expanded test bank, which has also been revised by the author,
contains a large set of questions in multiple choice or true/false format, including
content questions as well as problems.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Many of the revisions and expanded sections contained in this edition are due to com-
ments and suggestions from students who used previous editions. In addition, many pro-
fessors reviewed various editions of the text and had a major influence on its content and
organization. All are acknowledged below in alphabetical order.
Tom Adamson, Midland University P. R. Chandy, University of North Texas
Raj Aggarwal, University of Akron Prakash L. Dheeriya, California State
Richard Ajayi, University of Central University – Dominguez Hills
Florida Benjamin Dow, Southeast Missouri State
Alan Alford, Northeastern University University
Yasser Alhenawi, University of Evansville Margaret M. Forster, University of Notre
H. David Arnold, Auburn University Dame
Robert Aubey, University of Wisconsin Lorraine Gilbertson, Webster University
Bruce D. Bagamery, Central Washington Charmaine Glegg, East Carolina University
University Anthony Yanxiang Gu, SUNY – Geneseo
James C. Baker, Kent State University Anthony F. Herbst, Suffolk University
Gurudutt Baliga, University of Delaware Chris Hughen, University of Denver
Laurence J. Belcher, Stetson University Abu Jalal, Suffolk University
Richard Benedetto, Merrimack College Steve A. Johnson, University of Texas –
Bharat B. Bhalla, Fairfield University El Paso
Rahul Bishnoi, Hofstra University Manuel L. Jose, University of Akron
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drawers, their contents thrown on the floor, and all the evidence of a
hurried search met their eyes.
They passed from the little sitting-room to the bedroom, and here
again the visitors had left traces of their investigations.
“Hullo!” Jimmy stopped and picked up a soft felt hat. He looked
inside; the dull lining bore the name of an Egyptian hatter.
“Connor’s!” he said.
“Ah!” said Angel softly, “so Connor takes a hand, does he?”
One of the detectives who had followed them in grasped Angel’s
arm.
“Look, sir!” he whispered.
Half-hidden by the heavy hangings of the window, a man crouched in
the shadow.
“Come out of that!” cried Angel.
Then something in the man’s attitude arrested his speech. He
slipped forward and pulled back the curtain.
“Connor!” he cried.
Connor it was indeed, stone dead, with a bullet hole in the center of
his forehead.
CHAPTER XIV
OPENING THE SAFE
The four men stood in silence before the body. Jimmy bent and
touched the hand.
“Dead!” he said.
Angel made no reply, but switched on every light in the room. Then
he passed his hands rapidly through the dead man’s pockets; the
things he found he passed to one of the other detectives, who laid
them on the table.
“A chisel, a jemmy, a center-bit, lamp, pistol,” enumerated Angel. “It
is not difficult to understand why Connor came here; but who killed
him?”
He made a close inspection of the apartment. The windows were
intact and fastened, there were no signs of a struggle. In the sitting-
room there were muddy footmarks, which might have been made by
Connor or his murderer. In the center of the room was a small table.
During Angel’s frequent absences from his lodgings he was in the
habit of locking his two rooms against his servants, who did their
cleaning under his eye. In consequence, the polished surface of the
little table was covered with a fine layer of dust, save in one place
where there was a curious circular clearing about eight inches in
diameter. Angel examined this with scrupulous care, gingerly pulling
the table to where the light would fall on it with greater brilliance. The
little circle from whence the dust had disappeared interested him
more than anything else in the room.
“You will see that this is not touched,” he said to one of the men; and
then to the other, “You had better go round to Vine Street and report
this—stay, I will go myself.”
As Jimmy and he stepped briskly in the direction of the historic police
station, Angel expressed himself tersely.
“Connor came on his own to burgle; he was surprised by a third
party, who, thinking Connor was myself, shot him.”
“That is how I read it,” said Jimmy. “But why did Connor come?”
“I have been expecting Connor,” said Angel quietly. “He was not the
sort of man to be cowed by the fear of arrest. He had got it into his
head that I had got the secret of the safe, and he came to find out.”
Inside the station the inspector on duty saluted him.
“We have one of your men inside,” he said pleasantly, referring to the
Frenchman; then, noticing the grave faces of the two, he added, “Is
anything wrong, sir?”
Briefly enough the detective gave an account of what had happened
in Jermyn Street. He added his instructions concerning the table,
and left as the inspector was summoning the divisional surgeon.
“I wonder where we could find Spedding?” asked Angel.
“I wonder where Spedding will find us?” added Jimmy grimly.
Angel looked round in surprise.
“Losing your nerve?” he asked rudely.
“No,” said the cool young man by his side slowly; “but somehow life
seems more precious than it was a week ago.”
“Fiddlesticks!” said Angel. “You’re in love.”
“Perhaps I am,” admitted Jimmy in a surprised tone, as if the idea
had never occurred to him before.
Angel looked at his watch.
“Ten o’clock,” he said; “time for all good people to be in bed. Being
myself of a vicious disposition, and, moreover, desirous of washing
the taste of tragedy out of my mouth, I suggest we walk steadily to a
place of refreshment.”
“Angel,” said Jimmy, “I cannot help thinking that you like to hear
yourself talk.”
“I love it,” said Angel frankly.
“All this is horribly learned,” he said, “and has got nothing to do with
the solution. But old Reale went through the strange birds, beasts
and things till he found six letters, S P R I N G, which were to form
the word that would open the safe.”
“It is very interesting,” she said, a little bewildered.
“The night you were taken away,” said Jimmy, “we found the word
and cleared out the safe in case of accidents. It was a very risky
proceeding on our part, because we had no authority from you to act
on your behalf.”
“You did right,” she said. She felt it was a feeble rejoinder, but she
could think of nothing better.
“And that is all,” he ended abruptly, and looked at the clock.
“You must have some tea before you go,” she said hurriedly.
They heard the weird shriek of a motor-horn outside, and Jimmy
smiled.
“That is Angel’s newest discovery,” he said, not knowing whether to
bless or curse his energetic friend for spoiling the tête-à-tête.
“Oh!” said the girl, a little blankly he thought.
“Angel is always experimenting with new noises,” said Jimmy, “and
some fellow has introduced him to a motor-siren which is claimed to
possess an almost human voice.”
The bell tinkled, and a few seconds after Angel was ushered into the
room.
“I have only come for a few minutes,” he said cheerfully. “I wanted to
see Jimmy before he sailed, and as I have been called out of town
unexpectedly——”
“Before he sails?” she repeated slowly. “Are you going away?”
“Oh, yes, he’s going away,” said Angel, avoiding Jimmy’s scowling
eyes. “I thought he would have told you.”
“I——” began Jimmy.
“He’s going into the French Congo to shoot elephants,” Angel rattled
on; “though what the poor elephants have done to him I have yet to
discover.”
“But this is sudden?”
She was busy with the tea-things, and had her back toward them, so
Jimmy did not see her hand tremble.
“You’re spilling the milk,” said the interfering Angel. “Shall I help
you?”
“No, thank you,” she replied tartly.
“This tea is delicious,” said Angel, unabashed, as he took his cup.
He had come to perform a duty, and he was going through with it.
“You won’t get afternoon tea on the Sangar River, Jimmy. I know
because I have been there, and I wouldn’t go again, not even if they
made me governor of the province.”
“Why?” she asked, with a futile attempt to appear indifferent.
“Please take no notice of Angel, Miss Kent,” implored Jimmy, and
added malevolently, “Angel is a big game shot, you know, and he is
anxious to impress you with the extent and dangers of his travels.”
“That is so,” agreed Angel contentedly, “but all the same, Miss Kent,
I must stand by what I said in regard to the ‘Frongo.’ It’s a deadly
country, full of fever. I’ve known chaps to complain of a headache at
four o’clock and be dead by ten, and Jimmy knows it too.”
“You are very depressing to-day, Mr. Angel,” said the girl. She felt
unaccountably shaky, and tried to tell herself that it was because she
had not recovered from the effects of her recent exciting
experiences.
“I was with a party once on the Sangar River,” Angel said, cocking a
reflective eye at the ceiling. “We were looking for elephants, too, a
terribly dangerous business. I’ve known a bull elephant charge a
hunter and——”
“Angel!” stormed Jimmy, “will you be kind enough to reserve your
reminiscences for another occasion?”
Angel rose and put down his teacup sadly.
“Ah, well!” he sighed lugubriously, “after all, life is a burden, and one
might as well die in the French Congo—a particularly lonely place to
die in, I admit—as anywhere else. Good-by, Jimmy.” He held out his
hand mournfully.
“Don’t be a goat!” entreated Jimmy. “I will let you know from time to
time how I am; you can send your letters via Sierra Leone.”
“The White Man’s Grave!” murmured Angel audibly.
“And I’ll let you know in plenty of time when I return.”
“When!” said Angel significantly. He shook hands limply, and with the
air of a man taking an eternal farewell. Then he left the room, and
they could hear the eerie whine of his patent siren growing fainter
and fainter.
“Confound that chap!” said Jimmy. “With his glum face and
extravagant gloom he——”
“Why did you not tell me you were going?” she asked him quietly.
She stood with a neat foot on the fender and her head a little bent.
“I had come to tell you,” said Jimmy.
“Why are you going?”
Jimmy cleared his throat.
“Because I need the change,” he said almost brusquely.
“Are you tired—of your friends?” she asked, not lifting her eyes.
“I have so few friends,” said Jimmy bitterly. “People here who are
worth knowing know me.”
“What do they know?” she asked, and looked at him.
“They know my life,” he said doggedly, “from the day I was sent
down from Oxford to the day I succeeded to my uncle’s title and
estates. They know I have been all over the world picking up strange
acquaintances. They know I was one of the”—he hesitated for a
word—“gang that robbed Rahbat Pasha’s bank; that I held a big
share in Reale’s ventures—a share he robbed me of, but let that
pass; that my life has been consistently employed in evading the
law.”
“For whose benefit?” she asked.
“God knows,” he said wearily, “not for mine. I have never felt the
need of money, my uncle saw to that. I should never have seen
Reale again but for a desire to get justice. If you think I have robbed
for gain, you are mistaken. I have robbed for the game’s sake, for
the excitement of it, for the constant fight of wits against men as
keen as myself. Men like Angel made me a thief.”
“And now——?” she asked.
“And now,” he said, straightening himself up, “I am done with the old
life. I am sick and sorry—and finished.”
“And is this African trip part of your scheme of penitence?” she
asked. “Or are you going away because you want to forget——”
Her voice had sunk almost to a whisper, and her eyes were looking
into the fire.
“What?” he asked huskily.
“To forget—me,” she breathed.
“Yes, yes,” he said, “that is what I want to forget.”
“Why?” she said, not looking at him.
“Because—oh, because I love you too much, dear, to want to drag
you down to my level. I love you more than I thought it possible to