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"We have the goose that can lay the golden eggs, providing we handle things right."

TopsтАЩl frowned at his companion. "You meaninтАЩ we might cut a slice of this for ourselves?"

"
Eggs-actly," said Punning Parker. "We might cut ourselves more than a slice. Why cut it at all? Why not
take the whole hog?"
TopsтАЩl had evidently been entertaining such ideas himself. The promptness with which he agreed showed
that.

"Righto," he said. "But weтАЩll тАШave to do some fast movinтАЩ."

Punning Parker nodded. "WhatтАЩll we do with this Louis Tester?"

"Keep тАШim until we get our тАШands on the golden goose," said TopsтАЩl.
"And then?"

TopsтАЩl drew his finger across his throat and made a " ge-e-e-ek!" of a noise. It was very expressive.



THEY burned the plane. They tossed a firebrand on it, and lay hove to near by until it finally blew up and
sank. Then they trimmed sail and headed for the port of Havana, Cuba.

"тАШAve to take on fuel oil for the Diesel, anтАЩ some bloody supplies," explained TopsтАЩl. "WeтАЩll тАШave to do
some fast sailinтАЩ."

"Is it safe in Havana?" queried Punning Parker.

"Sure, Mike."

TopsтАЩl Hertz was as wrong when he said that as he had ever been in his life; but he was no clairvoyant,
and didnтАЩt know how wrong he was. Havana was not safe for TopsтАЩl Hertz, because Colonel John
Renwick, aid of Doc Savage, was there.

But TopsтАЩl did not know about Renny being in Havana, and did not know Doc Savage was even
involved, so the Innocent sailed boldly for Havana, where the aforementioned Colonel John Renwick
was ostensibly engaged in superintending the laying of a narrow-gauge railway to a sugar plantation.

The Innocent had an uneventful sail, and coasted past Morro Castle, which hulks over the entrance to
perfect Havana harbor, under jib alone, at night. The vessel had been hove to offshore, awaiting the hour
when a certain customs official of TopsтАЩl HertzтАЩs acquaintance would come on duty, thereby making
certain there would be no difficulties about passing the examination.

Down in the makeshift brig, Louis Tester kept track of what was going on by the sounds. He saw neither
hide nor hair of a customs or immigration official.

"The skipper of this hooker knows his way around," he muttered.