Plunder of the Sun Page #3

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at a fast eight knots.

Anna Luz, if that was her name...

and my fat friend in the wheelchair

were aboard.

But nobody seemed

especially interested in me...

except for the silken invitation to trouble

who seemed to circle the deck...

in search of shipboard trophies.

Raul.

Thank you.

You wouldn't like it.

Spoiled girl, too much dough.

Julie Barnes, by name.

Pittsburgh Steel, third generation.

That gent with her is Raul Cornejo.

On his way home

from law school in the States.

He stopped by Havana to do a little

rumba research with Miss Barnes.

You specialize

in these thumbnail biographies?

I had a drink with the purser

this morning.

What do you have on me?

Al Colby, San Francisco, period.

I'm Jefferson, an independent

coffee broker, among other things.

What do you say to a drink?

Yeah. Why not?

Turns out to be a small world,

eh, Thomas?

Much too small.

Would you like me

to jump over the side, amigo?

That's too much to expect.

Take me to my cabin.

- Who was your friend?

- The name is Berrien.

He seemed kind of surprised to see you.

He should be.

It gave me a jolt to learn that Berrien

and this character, Jefferson...

knew each other and, apparently,

hated each other's insides.

But that afternoon,

I had another surprise coming.

Anna Luz with Jefferson.

What was her game?

I like the English even better.

"For my heart, thy breast is enough

"For thy liberty, my wings are enough"

Go on.

- Who is that?

- Colby.

Let him in.

Shut the door.

It was very unwise of you

to come here, Mr. Colby.

I do a lot of unwise things.

- You haven't lost the package?

- No.

- You're sure?

- I'm sure.

Good, but you must be very careful.

There is a man onboard

who would do anything to get it.

Jefferson?

- How did you know?

- Your face when you saw him.

I'm afraid of him.

- Why?

- He is a crook.

Oh, really? Do you know something?

Down in the bar,

he said the same thing about you.

- How much does she know about this?

- No more than you.

Then what was she doing

talking to him all afternoon?

Didn't you know?

He asked me to have a drink,

and I refused.

How come you took 10 minutes

to turn him down?

That will do, Mr. Colby.

Anna Luz is answerable only to me.

Look, this whole thing started out to be

a very simple proposition, didn't it?

Like me going down and putting a

letter in the corner post-office box.

But now it appears somebody else

is interested in this thing...

- and you don't bother to tell me about it.

- I thought it better.

She spends all afternoon with this guy...

you don't bother

to tell me about that, either.

- What else are you holding out on me?

- Nothing, Mr. Colby.

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