She shook her head. "But that's not the end of it," she said. "After dinner, Ansaldo took me for a walk in the garden. He made a lot of small talk about different cases. Then he asked me why I insisted upon returning to town. I told him again that I wanted to buy some things to take home for friends. He was very pleasant about it. He asked me, half-seriously, if the real reason I wanted to go back was because I had a date with you. He was acting the part of a jealous lover when he said it."
"Acting?"
"I'm sure he was only acting. Because when he said that I just laughed and said, 'Good heavens, no, doctor! The last time I saw Hall he said he was going to make a small fortune writing the story of that little Dutchman's experience with the Japs, and my guess is that he'll be spending the next few days locked up in his room with the Dutchman.'
"Ansaldo stopped dead in his tracks when I said that, Matt. He asked me which Dutchman I mean—but only after he had caught his breath."
"What did he say when you told him you meant Androtten?"
"Nothing much. He made a joke—a bad one—about Flying Dutchmen. And then he continued talking about medical cases."
"And that was the last you saw of him?"
"Just about. My train left at five-thirty this morning. He was asleep when I left."
"Who drove you to the station?"
"Marina and a ranch hand. Marina was glad to see me go. He hates to see me around Ansaldo."