Crunch nodded his head.
“Crunch go back to house now. You stay here. No use magic to get out of jail.”
“I promise, Crunch,” Biff said. “I promise not to use magic.”
Biff felt so sorry for the giant at that moment, he wouldn’t have walked out on him had Crunch left the door wide open.
Crunch didn’t, however. He made sure the door was locked.
In Martinique, Charlie Keene and Derek were coming out of the Fisheries Commissioner’s office. They had the papers. The working permit had been signed, and it was now tucked in Derek’s inside coat pocket.
“I never heard so many questions, Mr. Keene,” Derek said. “That man asked the same ones over and over again.”
“He was stalling, Derek. He didn’t want to give us that permit,” Biff’s uncle said.
“Why?”
“I don’t trust that clerk. I have a feeling he may be dealing with Dietz. Just how, I haven’t figured out yet. But I’ll bet Dietz promised to cut him in if he could hold up giving us the papers.”