“Of course. I would not tell you if …”
“But a small gun …” He stopped. A nine millimetre self-loading pistol would not be a small gun. It would weigh about two pounds and would be correspondingly bulky. It would not be the sort of thing a man would carry about in his pocket if he could leave it in a cabin. If …
She was watching his face. “What is it?”
“He’ll have left his gun in his cabin,” he said slowly.
She looked him in the eyes. “I could see that he does not go to his cabin for a long time.”
“How?”
“José will do it.”
“José?”
“Be calm. I will not have to tell José anything about you. José will play cards with him this evening.”
“Banat would play cards. He is a gambler. But will José ask him?”