"No," the doctor said. "You were drugged."
Hall listened to the doctor's technical description of the drug which had felled him. He had heard of it before. It worked like an overdose of insulin. Burned up the sugar, then the energy in the body, and then blew the fuses. Something like that, anyway. Another hour without adrenalin and it would have been curtains. That second pot of coffee and the soft laughter in the kitchen. Damn their eyes, that's where it happened. Then eight hours of lying in the commandant's bed, cursing, sleeping, getting needles of adrenalin, needles of energy, needles of the stuff that makes pulses beat to the right measure.
"Are we tiring you?"
"No, Captain. I'd like something to eat, though."
"I ordered some hot broth."
"Thank you. I'm glad you're here, Fernando."
"The commandant called me," Souza said. "He found your address through Pan American Airways."
"Oh." The letter. It had gone to Pan Am for forwarding. Then it was still safe.
"I will return in a few minutes," the doctor said. "I want to see about your broth."
Souza waited until the doctor was out of the room before he spoke. "Providence was with you," he said. "The commandant here is a Tabio man. He called me at once to find out who you were. Another man might have called your Embassy first."