What I need is a good goddamn game of Poker. I'm a hell of a poker player. I've been playing this bluff since we left port and nobody's called it yet. I'm a tractor salesman with two valises full of catalogues. I'm going to help Mao bring the new China into the twentieth century and make a bundle doing it. You shoulda seen the glazed eyes of that goofy Second Mate when I laid the story on him- took 5 bucks off him at the same time playing Draw. Kept dealin myself 6 cards and he was so high he never got wise. Wonder what they'd say if they knew what I really had in those valises...250 grand in new bills.But I'm Sam Carter to them... they have no idea who the hell they are dealing with. If they heard the name Carson Whitley they might put two and two together. They might remember something about the disappearance of a little old lady in Richmond 5 months ago. Or maybe there's not a full set of marbles among the lot of them to figure it.

This is what I know- Sam Carter is going to take his little suitcases and head for Bangkok, where you grease the right palms and nobody asks any questions. He's going to live in a palace, and have all of the finest that Siam can offer. I laugh and toss the butt of a Chesterfield into the wake of this rumbling scow."See ya, Carson," I say.