"No. We have everything. Even," he looked up at the plane and smiled, "even machine-gun belts."
Hall followed his eyes. He found himself facing the twin barrels of the machine guns in the side panel of the Douglas. There was a young soldier at the firing end of the guns.
"You do well, Sergeant," Segador said. "At ease."
"Can he use them, Diego?"
"He is a fantastic shot, that boy. He was in Spain. But you will meet him tomorrow."
"All right. But tell me one thing, if you can. It's been bothering me for days. How did Ansaldo...?"
"Don't. I hate to think of it, Mateo. The fascists put us all in a bottle. El Imparcial ran a big story on the front page—they charged that Don Anibal's only chance for life lay in an operation by Ansaldo. They also hinted that selfish politicians were tying Ansaldo's hands. The Cabinet had to capitulate."
"And Lavandero?"
"He didn't vote."
"Poor Anibal! What was it that finally killed him?"