The Big Steal Page #4

It's the right turn, not straight ahead.

That is if you're going

by way of Providencia,

which, according to the map, you are.

I don't usually make it a habit

to butt into women's affairs,

but what's this guy Fiske to you?

Don't change your habits because of me.

I wouldn't if we didn't have

so much in common: Fiske.

I'm interested in him,

you're interested in him.

- Not a bad-looking fellow.

- Is that why you're interested in him?

- Chiquita.

- Look, stop calling me Chiquita.

You don't say that

to girls you don't even know.

Where I learned Spanish, you do.

Oh, come on, hurry up, will you?

Give me the suitcase.

Who's holding the bag now?

Gentlemen, you don't know how sorry I am.

Let's get out of here.

One thing about Jim, he's no dope.

Are you praising him or taking me apart?

Both.

What do you suppose

he did with that money?

Oh, he probably chewed it up

and swallowed it.

- What's the matter?

- Nosebleed.

Ran into a wall. Nothing to worry about.

Here. Here, let me.

- And who's worrying?

- I am.

Worrying my nose might stop bleeding.

- Keep your mind on the road.

- I can't.

In that case,

you better let me drive for a while.

Okay, but remember

my weakened condition.

Look, I want to get there fast,

but in one piece.

So would you mind not taking the curves

so haphazard-like?

Did you learn English

in the same place you learned Spanish,

Captain Vincent Duke Blake Halliday?

Not the same place, but several just like it.

You know how it is in the army,

Miss Graam.

Graham.

How do you do? My name's Halliday.

I was beginning to suspect it might be.

- Bright girl.

- Bright enough.

But a little confused.

You tell so many different stories.

Well, I'm just fishing around

for one that'll keep me out of jail.

That's where I'm going if I lose Fiske.

I know just what happened.

You're being blamed for something Jim did.

May I fill in a few details?

As long as it isn't too sad.

See, when I hear sad stories I cry,

and when I cry, I can't drive.

Never mind where you've been.

Just worry about where you're going.

You see, I'm what you call a finance officer.

I handle payrolls.

Pick up the money at the bank

and take it on back to the post.

Only, last time,

I didn't quite make the post.

Fiske waylaid me.

He had a gun, so what could I do

but hand over the payroll?

- Of course you told the story to the army.

- Well, sure I did. To my superior, Blake.

Didn't believe me. He seemed to think

that I had put Fiske up to it.

So I took out after Fiske,

and Blake naturally took out after me.

You're a big boy, as big as Fiske is.

Why didn't you give him an argument?

Didn't you have a gun?

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