Eduardo smiled, grimly. Rafael grinned, a sudden glint in his blue eyes.
"What do you think, Rafael?"
"I think we should shoot our way in, mi coronel."
"And you, Eduardo?"
"I don't know. If we shoot our way in, we have to shoot our way out again too. Maybe we'll kill a few fascists, but will we be able to get at their files?"
"It would do us good," Rafael said, "to kill ourselves a few fascists. I think we are getting out of practice."
"Sit down," Santiago said. "This takes some planning. Mateo, you had better tell Eduardo what is at stake."
"In a minute. I want some water. And I'd better phone Lobo's headquarters again."
"Use this phone," Eduardo said. "I'll bring you water." He took three sheets of gray copy paper from his desk and fashioned a water cup. "We can't get paper cups since Pearl Harbor."
"Listen to me," Santiago said. "There is a way we can kill two birds with one stone. Eduardo, if Hall gets the picture, it kills Gamburdo and the Falange in San Hermano. That's one bird."