“If he did he needs some new personnel.” I looked at my wrist. “It’s after six o’clock. What’s next — look for a good haystack while it’s daylight?”
“You know what we came to Podgorica for.”
I crossed my legs jauntily to show that I could. “I would like to make a suggestion. Extreme stubbornness is all very well when you’re safe at home with the chain-bolt on the door, and if and when we’re back there, call it Podgorica if you insist. But here it wouldn’t bust a vein for you to call it Titograd.”
“These vulgar barbarians have no right to degrade a history and deform a culture.”
“No, and they have no right to give two American citizens the works, but they can and probably will. You can snarl ‘Podgorica’ at them while they’re making you over. Are we waiting here for something?”
“No.”
“Shall I go tie Jubé to a tree?”
“No. Ignore him.”
“Then why don’t we go?”
“Confound it, my feet!”