Island Operation (Part XII)

On Thursday, when I gave Nowobogacky the next transport and when I cashed in the next forty five thousand, feeling the situation well, I explained that unfortunately I had for him sad news: that tomorrow he will receive the last transport, because there is no more cork and there won’t be any more. I felt in him a great relief.

Parenthetically speaking, production is production, but for some time I’d started to wonder where Nowobogacky is able to securely store such amounts of valuable supply I provided him.

Bronco balled at my place for another ten days, during which we desolated to the core the kacaps, and the rest of the cork discretely we sent to the coast, where he lived.

There was of this, by the prices obliging here, almost a hundred fifty thousand.