"INAGUA IS A QUEER LITTLE ISLAND" 73 



in our seats. The Negro seemed to sense our helplessness, for he 

 grinned in evident enjoyment. Lolling back in his chair he bit 

 off another piece of the big cigar and grinned again. 



"You know," he said, and the grin twisted into an odd smile, 

 "Inagua is a queer little island— in fact, you'll find it a damned 

 queer little island." 



