“Do—do you have any other antique coins like this one that you could sell me?”
“I only wish I did,” the jeweler replied. “But again I must tell you no. The coin belongs to a Senor Ramon Garcia who brought it to us.” He tapped his pince-nez with a fat finger. “But wait! Senor Garcia is an importer, and sometimes deals in antiques. It is possible that he has other such coins.”
“Could you give me his address?”
“Certainly, senorita.” The jeweler talked as he wrote a name and address on a piece of paper. “It is quite possible that El Duque may have something interesting ...”
Vicki’s heart leaped into her throat and for a moment almost choked her.
“Did you say El Duque?”
“Si, senorita,” the jeweler said, giving her the piece of paper. “Among his friends in Habana, Senor Garcia is known aff
