‘How much did you pay for this passport, Senor Jordan?’ Hernandez asked.
‘Same as anyone else,’ Dillinger said.
‘I must have you accompany us to headquarters, senor.’
‘Would you mind explaining what this is all about?’
Hernandez straightened, his jacket falling open, and drew a revolver from the holster on his left hip. ‘Please, senor, let’s be sensible about this. No fuss, eh? We must think of the reputation of the hotel.’ He pulled Dillinger’s Colt automatic from its holster and pocketed it. ‘We can drive to police headquarters in my car, or my driver can follow us in your car in case you do not wish to leave that beautiful automobile unattended in front of the hotel. You see, the man who was watching it, he is no longer watching it because he is in jail. Like you, Mr Dillinger, he doesn’t want to be turned over to the Federalistas on your side of the border.’
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In the courtyard a troop of Mexican Federal cavalry was exercising. Dillinger, with Hernandez beside him, waited till he could drive the con-vertible into the courtyard. He wasn’t about to leave it in the street.
When he parked, Hernandez held his hand out for the keys.
Dillinger started to separate the trunk key from the ignition key on the ring.
‘Both keys, Senor Jordan,’ Hernandez said, ‘if you please.’
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