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Chapter 52




“I SUPPOSE,” said Grimes, “that we shall have to return her effects and papers to her next of kin on El Dorado . . .”

As Billy Williams and Magda Granadu watched, he looked through the listing of personal possessions and then, finally, picked up the dead woman’s passport.

A waste, he thought, as he stared at the three-dimensional photograph. A waste. But she was a vicious bitch, after all. A female chauvinist bitch . . .

And then he started to laugh.

“What’s the joke, Skipper?” asked the mate.

“Her name, Billy. Wilhelmina Moore, Countess of Walshingham . . .”

“But what’s so funny about that?” asked Williams.







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