Back The Fifth Column
Chapters (16)
  1. Cover
  2. Colophon
  3. The Hemingway eBook Collection
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright
  6. Contents
  7. Part one
  8. The Fifth Column
  9. Act Two  •  Scene One
  10. Act Three  •  Scene One
  11. Part two
  12. The Denunciation
  13. The Butterfly and the Tank
  14. Night Before Battle
  15. Under the Ridge
  16. About the Author

And this trade we’re in now. You know, what’s the silly name they call it? Counter-espionage. It doesn’t ever get on your nerves?

ANTONIO. [Simply] No.

PHILIP. With me it’s on the nerves now for a long time.

ANTONIO. But you’ve only been doing it for a little while.

PHILIP. Twelve bloody months, my boy, in this country. And before that, Cuba. Ever been in Cuba?

ANTONIO. Yes.

PHILIP. That’s where I got sucked in on all this.

ANTONIO. How were you sucked in?

PHILIP. Oh, people started trusting me that should have known better. And I suppose because they should have known better I started getting, you know, sort of trustworthy. You know, not elaborately, just sort of moderately trustworthy. And then they trust you a little more and you do it all right. And then you know, you get to believing in it. Finally I guess you get to liking it. I have a sort of a feeling I don’t explain it very well.

ANTONIO. You’re a good boy. You work well. Everybody trusts you very much.

PHILIP. Too bloody much. And I’m tired too, and I’m worried right now. You know what I’d like? I’d like to never kill another son-of-a-bitch, I don’t care who or for what, as long as I live. I’d like to never have to lie. I’d like to know who I’m with when I wake up. I’d like to wake up in the same place every morning for a week straight. I’d like to marry a girl named Bridges that you don’t know. But don’t mind if I use the name because I like to say it. And I’d like to marry her because she’s got the longest, smoothest, straightest legs in the world, and I don’t have to listen to her when she talks if it doesn’t make too good sense. But I’d like to see what the kids would look like.

ANTONIO. She is the tall blonde with that correspondent?

PHILIP. Don’t talk about her like that. She isn’t any tall blonde with some correspondent. That’s my girl. And if I talk too much or take up your valuable time, why, stop me. You know I’m a very extraordinary fellow. I can talk either English or American. Was brought up in one, raised in the other. That’s what I make my living at.

ANTONIO. [Soothingly] I know. You are tired, Philip.