Bahama Crisis

"I'm not going to relax the security measures in the hotels," I said.

"Very wise. We also have instituted security measures; they are unobtrusive but they are there." He held up his hand.

"Don't ask me what they are."

I grinned at him.

"I wouldn't dream of it." We sat in silence for a while and Perigord savoured his whisky. I said, "You know the funniest thing in the whole damn business?"

"What?"

"When you threw that swagger stick. You looked so damned silly, but it worked."

"Ah, the swagger stick. Do you know the history of this?"

"No."

"It's the lineal descendent of the ash plant carried by the Roman centurion over two thousand years ago. He used it to discipline his men, but then it became a staff of office. The line split quite early; one way led to the field marshal's baton, the other to the officer's cane. Catch!" He suddenly tossed it to me.

I grabbed it out of the air and nearly dropped it because it was unexpectedly heavy. I had thought it to be merely a cane encased in leather, but this one was loaded with lead at both ends. Perigord said suavely, "Not only a staff of office but a weapon against crime. It has saved my life twice. "

I returned the weapon against crime, and he said, "Amy confided in me this afternoon that your wife is expecting a baby. Is that so?"

" Yes in about six months. "

"I'm glad she wasn't permanently harmed by what happened in Texas. In view of what I know about your family history may I offer the hope that it will be a boy?"

And six months later Karen had a brother