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that the film really was in — they had iti Down at the Conenlate it 
turned out that they didn't really have the film -« they almost had it. 
It was at the postal station at Oakes FieM. The wotran at the Consulate 
gave me the papers, and signed and stamped the ones for John McCain's 
box. Off to Oakes Field. The package of film at last! Right in tay 
hands. Out to the airport at Windsor Field for McCain's box. I 
approached the proper official, signed papers in hand. He looked at them. 
Wl^re was the invoicet I had no Invoice. Sorry, no invoice, m box. 
So that was that, 
Breathir® heavily I returned to the house. At least I hM the film. 
Then I opened the film box. The film was there, but the hvo^qtb on it 
were strange to me. This was not the film we had ordered? this was 
scxaething else. We checked out the numbers against our film specifica- 
tions. This was high-speed film, not medium-speed, with a rating ten 
times faster than the film we had been using. Oh, me: Somewhere there 
had been a bungle. Too late to send the film back and get more. Hothing 
to do but test it, hope for an early report, and to hope also that the 
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film would not be too grairy, too about exposure, with enough 
latitude to look into the shadows acd yet not btjrn up the highlights. 
Since I had done nothing all day but run wildly about the Island 
trying to pick up packages, we determined to go underwater at night. 
We could test the new film with the floods, and could give John McCain 
a look at the night seascape. He had arrived after a three-day bus 
trip from Washington, ripe for a new adventure (he was ripe also for 
some sleep, but he was willing to forego that) , 
