Liddell grunted irritably. “That was easy. We know that whoever fed me the mickey got Reyder’s name from my pocket. There are still telephones and the smugglers must have some people in Curaçao. All our shipboard contact had to do was alert the Curaçao people that the heat was on Reyder. They hand Gruder a contract and sit by sipping cocktails on the fantail while Gruder gets rid of a possible weak link.”
“Then you have no idea of who the smuggler is or how they’re getting the diamonds into the country?” the captain snapped.
Liddell considered. “I wouldn’t say that. Matter of fact, I’ve got a pretty good idea on both scores. Proving it might be a little more difficult.”
Captain Rose paused with the pipe-stem halfway to his mouth. “But you intend to try? When?”
Liddell checked his watch
