Under The Volcano Page #3

The predator suddenly becomes the prey.

I got a medal for capturing that sub.

But first I had to be tried

at a court-martial.

The mystery

of the missing German officers.

You see...

the remains of seven men...

were found in the furnace ashes.

Rather gruesome, hmm?

It just isn't done, Fernando.

People just don't go around

putting other people into furnaces.

Hmm. Yvonne.

I'm back.

- Is it really you?

- Of course it's me.

Can't be.

I wrote you I was coming.

Didn't you get my letters?

I wasn't even sure you were still here.

I had to call the Foreign Office.

I am always more or less here.

Uh, I did go away, uh, once,

just last week.

To a bull fight, in Tomalin.

Wound up in El Farolito.

But just for drinks, mind you.

How did you get here?

I came by, uh, boat from New York.

- I caught a plane from Veracruz.

- I see.

You must be exhausted.

Not really. I had a million hours

of sleep on the boat.

The worst part

was the ride from the airfield.

A bus.

It's the shakes that make this life

insupportable.

But they subside, if handled properly...

with the necessary swigs,

the therapeutic touch.

- Have a drink with me.

- No, you have one. I'll cheer.

- Calle Nicaragua 52.

- Si, senora.

[ Stif led Groan ]

How, unless you drink as I do...

can you hope to understand the beauty

of an old Indian woman...

playing dominoes with a chicken?

Well, the taxis seem

to have all disappeared.

- Shall we walk?

- Why? What's happened to the car?

You haven't smashed it up again,

have you?

Well, as a matter of fact,

I lost it.

- You lost it?

- Mmm.

Look here, dash it all,

you must be terribly tired, Yvonne.

Let's not walk.

Let's sit and wait for a taxi.

No, not at all. I would think

that you're the one who's tired.

Oh, no, no. Fine here.

Glad to get some circulation

going in the old legs.

Did they tell you, the Foreign Office,

that I'd resigned?

What happened?

Just fed up.

Geoffrey, why didn't you

answer my letters?

Shakes, you know.

Bit unsteady with a pen.

You might have hired him.

Dear Yvonne...

I'm taking the easy, only way out-

Semicolon.

Good-bye- Full stop.

Change of paragraph.

Change of chapter.

Change of world.

[Bell Tolling ]

[Woman Praying In Spanish ]

How sweetly blooms the graves

With fragrant flowers

Just once ayear

the dead live for the day

Do you remember that Strauss song,

Geoffrey, called "All Soul's Day"?

Return to me, my love

that I may hold you

As once in May

As once in May

What have you been doing for the past year

besides getting a divorce?

Mostly I was in New York.

I got a part in a revival

of The Italian Straw Hat.

Remember-

the play I was in when we met?

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