He exited the train at Buenos Aires, and was glad to leave the station with its oppressive heat and even worse humidity. He eagerly sought fresh air, but was disappointed; the air conditioning in the station might have been primitive, but it was better than the heat of the blazing sun.
Despite his best efforts, he shivered uncontrollably. "I need a damn drink!" he muttered, and turned in search of a bar. He entered the first one he came to, and slumped at a table, calling for a beer, which the bar tender brought to him reluctantly, though his attitude changed when he saw the large denomination banknote shoved into his hand.

The Englishman looked at his watch, and wondered how soon he could check into his hotel and get the whole sorry business over and done with. He hated the idea of preying on an elderly lady with a valuable collection of books, but times were hard and he needed the money.

And a first edition Graham Greene was not to be sneezed at.........