He waited five minutes; picked up the telephone; rang room service; ordered a pot of tea. He took off his coat, trousers and shoes; put on his pyjamas over his underwear. A few minutes afterwards the waiter came up with the tea. Isles was in bed.
When the waiter had gone, he slipped out of bed; put on his coat, shoes and trousers. His room was on a lower, first-floor corner of the hotel. He went to the side window that looked out on the plantation at the side of the hotel. Everything was quiet. Then he went to his document-case; put his money and passport in the breast pocket of his coat, and slipped a small .32 Spanish automatic into his hip pocket.
He opened the french windows leading on to the side balcony; swung over it; dropped on to the grass beneath. He walked through the plantati
