I hauled it out and set it on the deck and looked at the dock. Most of the people were still watching the boat and me.I yanked the top off the crate a...d saw leaves I knew were a type of narcotic. I looked at the other crates before lifting a second out. Monroe returned as I opened it and blinked at the bolts of cloth. I looked at Monroe and he grinned, "a mixed load?"I shrugged as I looked at the leaves and then the cloth, "I guess."Ten minutes and the others were there to help unload. The. Let's check your temperature."She popped a thermometer in my mouth, frowning at the reading."I think you've picked up a 24-hour bug," she said. "Nothing serious,but it's bed rest and hot drinks for you for tonight and tomorrow. I'llhave Helga bring you something." Thank you, Gerda," I said.She smiled, gave my shoulder a squeeze, then left. No sooner had shedone so than I turned over and fell into a deep sleep. - 20 -The next morning someone brought me breakfast. If I am you'll have to smack me, Wendy."Wendy giggled. "I'll ask Mr Phillips to come round and cheer you up." Don't you dare."Wendy laughed. "And all your girlfriends." What?" Betty and Christine," her eyes twinkled mischievously. "What a pity Henrietta's gone." Wendy!"She pealed with laughter. He joined her."If I wasn't seriously wounded I'd put you across my knee, young lady."That set them both off again.There was a 'yoo-hoo' from the kitchen."Betty!" exclaimed Wendy. "Here comes the first of. It might have been the same woman, but she was useless. We could not train her, so in the end I cut my losses and sold her again."It took all of Ernesto's self control not to kill the man outright, for Rubina would have fought against the type of 'training' a brothel offered, fought perhaps to the death. He questioned the man closely, indicating that a woman of spirit was what he wanted, and the brothel-keeper said that he was sure he had sold her through the slave market at a small oasis not.