The Caribbean Mystery

Mr. Smith: Shall we talk business?

Gov. Gerald McCracken Sr.: I'm still puzzled about the park you took a walk in. We have no park here.

Mr. Smith: Sure you have. Right on the edge of town.

Col. Lane: What on earth is he talking about?

Dr. Rene Marcel: I think he means the Henry Morgan swamp.

Gov. Gerald McCracken Sr.: You went for a walk in the swamp?

Mr. Smith: Well, you wouldn't call it walking exactly. Wading is more like it. In one spot I sank into mud up to my knees and had a heck of a time getting out.

Gov. Gerald McCracken Sr.: Good heavens, man! You might have lost your life. That's quicksand

Mr. Smith: Well, what do you know! You fellas ought to build a railing around a spot like that. It's dangerous!

Col. Lane: Possibly if we had the railing you mentioned, Mr. Smith, eight people might be alive today, eh Governor?

Gov. Gerald McCracken Sr.: I assume you are joking, Colonel. The entire swamp is one big quicksand.

Mr. Smith: Is that what got those missing people? The mud?

Col. Lane: Or alligators. Or other forms of reptilian life that inhabit the swamp.

Mr. Smith: Then it's no mystery at all. Well, well. Maybe its just as well it doesn't amount to anything. These swamps and those alligators they baffle me. In Flatbush, the only wildlife we have are wolves. Those alligators are pretty tough, eh?

Col. Lane: They can be very dangerous. They have been known to take a man's leg off with one bite.

Gov. Gerald McCracken Sr., Dr. Rene Marcel: [Shows them a bullet] Before or after they shoot you?