Isles said: "I understand all right. Remember I am putting my shirt on you, Ernie."
Guelvada said: "Why not? It looks to me like a very nice shirt."
IT WAS eleven o'clock. A full moon rose from behind a patch of dark cloud, illuminating the waters of the bay. Guelvada, seated on the grass, his back to a palm tree, smoked a cigarette and regarded the beauty of the picture before him. Guelvada was not dissatisfied. Always he had regarded life as a game of chess and he liked the game providing the pieces on the board moved as he wished them to move. If they did not he did something about it. Guelvada was fearless, unscrupulous and tough, because he believed implicitly in his mission and in himself.
Now he began to think about Jacques. He tried to get inside the mind of this clever, quiet n
