Isobel frowned. "Cubans?"
"Over in the Anglo-Egyptian Sudan area. They were supposedly helping introduce modern sugar refining methods—"
"Why supposedly?"
"Why not?"
"All right, go on," Isobel said.
Cliff Jackson said slowly, "Somebody shot them up. Killed several, wounded most of the others."
The girl's eyes went round. "Who ... and why?"
The pilot shifted his heavy shoulders again.
Jake said, "Nobody seems to know, but the weapons were modern. Plenty modern." He twisted in his bucket seat, uncomfortably. "Listen, have you heard anything about some character named El Hassan?"
Isobel turned to face him. "Why, yes. The people there in Gao mentioned him. Who is he?"