Guelvada opened a bottle of curaçao. He poured half the bottle over the mashed pineapple. The sound of the liqueur falling on the broken fruit and splashing against the sides of the glass bowl was attractive. Kane liked the sound.
Guelvada said: "It is not for me to argue. You are the boss. If you say we should concern ourselves about this Gallat then I am concerned. I reek with anxiety. I declare that I sweat about the tardy Gallat. But having indulged in these sensations I pause for a moment say, so what!"
He put down the bottle of curaçao and opened one of Bacardi rum. He poured four tablespoonfuls of Bacardi into the bowl, and added a bottle of fizzy lemonade. He picked up the bowl and began to shake up the mixture.
"Gallat should have been here yesterday," said Kane. He stubbed out
