A Crying Shame (191 page)

You probably stood at the door, listening and playing with yourself, as well.”

Don't try to change the subject, Karl. The compass points indicate a central location, don't they?”

Karl folded his arms across his chest and said,
Thieving lout!”

No Name Island, right, Karl?”

The contents of a man's briefcase should be as private as what he has in his . . . his ...
Unterzeug!”

I'm not in the least interested in what's in your underwear, Karl.”

Karl called him several vile names, including a
sneaky voyeur.”

Jon stopped at the first exit hole they had found. With deft, sure hands, he fixed the charge of plastique and inserted the timer. They motored a few hundred yards away. The swamp shook from the explosion.

One down.” Jon grinned.

Schweinehund!
Destroyer of science! Ignorant savage!” Karl roared at him.
Have you no feelings of obligation for the coming generations? You're destroying the greatest scientific find in modern history.”

I said I'd leave some alive, didn't I?”

Am I to take the word of a sneak thief?”

It's that or nothing, pal.”

Karl turned and looked straight ahead, his jaw muscles bunching in anger.
Perhaps I should have shot you yesterday. At least knocked a leg from under you.”