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.