port before a meal. Will you allow me to introduce you to a very gentle, elegant cigar?â
âThank you.â He was surprised at himself for accepting. What he really wanted was to start work right away. But somehow the gin-fizz seemed to have removed the top layer of urgency from the morning. He saw now that it would be far more sensible to accept Señor Murasâs gentle, elegant cigar and hear what he had to say for himself. His best tactics for the moment were to play a waiting game and give Señor Muras a chance to let something unguarded slip out in the ordinary course of conversation.
âPermit me.â Señor Muras took Dunnettâs cigar and laid it carefully on a tray. Then he forced a new one on him. It was not quite so thick as the old one but considerably longer. On the band was the portrait of some national liberator long since executed by some other national liberator.
âBut this is as big as the old one,â Dunnett objected. âThis is a very big cigar.â
âThe difference lies in the leaf,â Señor Muras replied. âIt could be as short as your little finger and still be a heavy cigar. These are very mild and gentle. A schoolgirl could smoke them. They are ladiesâ cigars, in fact.â
Dunnett lit the cigar with diffidence. It seemed scarcely less pungent than its predecessor; there was the whole lurid history of Cuba in every puff. He moistened his throat with the rest of the gin-fizz.
Señor Muras poured him out another drink and suddenly became very serious. âMr. Dunnett,â he said slowly and intently, âI want to ask you a favour.â
âWhat is it?â Dunnet enquired.
Señor Muras cleared his throat. âYou have been sent out here to discover any possible discrepancies, is that not so?â he asked.
Dunnett nodded.
âThen may I ask a favour of you, I repeat? Something that may not be easy but would be very gracious of you.â
âWhat is it?â
âIf you discover any discrepances do not report them. That is all I ask, but I ask that with all my heart. I will see that it is worth your while.â
Dunnett rose to his feet. âAre you trying to bribe me?â he asked.
Señor Muras coughed. âI was not offering you anything,â he replied. âBut I shall be happy to reward you if you wish. I only did not wish to offend you.â
âIf I find any discrepancies I shall report them immediately,â Dunnett replied. âThatâs what I came for, and thatâs what Iâm going to do. And from what I know Iâm going to find plenty.â
âThat is precisely what I fear,â Señor Muras replied. âThe clerk who was dismissed, remember. I do not know what else he has done. For all I know he may have juggled with balances to suit himself. It will take months to discover.â
âIt wonât take me months,â Dunnett said ominously. âNot if the books are in order.â
âBut how can we be sure even of that?â Señor Muras enquired helplessly. âHe was my confidential clerk. I entrusted him with everything and now he is in a prison cell. It is all very dreadful and upsetting. That is why I had hoped you could have told me about the defalcations and spared dear Mr. Govern in London.â
âWhat do you want to know for?â
âIn order that I might make good the deficiency out of my own pocket.â
âThen if youâre so eager to make good why donât you settle the accounts themselves?â
âI want to, but they wonât let me?â
âWonât let you?â
âNo. My pride forbids it. Every time I make myself ready to pay, another letter arrives from England. Andsuch letters. As though I were a thief, a common swindler. Cannot they understand that such methods are no use with Juan Muras? I tell you that I would sooner go to jail than pay a bill in those