BermudaThe sun shone brightly as Guy and Rose scrubbed and varnished the teak deck of Hidalgo, getting her ready for the sail back to St Lucia. Guy nodded to Rose as he spotted the now familiar form of Inspector Monty approaching by police launch, his ubiquitous pipe dangling from his mouth. They had parted in the Sierra Nevada a week ago, leaving Monty to tie up loose ends. They had both been very keen to get back to Hidalgo. “Good to see you again Monty, I assume you were successful?” Guy greeted him warmly. “Almost,” replied the Inspector, climbing aboard. “The good news is that there’s a reward for the return of the Tucker Cross. The bad news is that as the Columbus Cross didn’t officially exist, we can’t give you anything for that,” he said handing over a cheque. “Enough to buy anothe
