Slate and Saylor are speaking to a man named Johnston over dinner at Shannon's Place in Havana. Slate says "One thing I don't understand, Johnston". He says "Please tell me. I'll try to explain". Slate says "Why are we sitting here? It just seems to me, well talking about this... Shannon's place is pretty public" Johnston says "It's known as reverse cloak and dagger in the trade, Mr. Shannon, as far as any of your customers are concerned, we're just sitting here eating cheesecake. It's fine cheesecake, Miss Duvall" She says "Thanks". Johnston says "Now, shall we go on?" Slate says "I don't think there's anything to go on about. It's just a matter of whether Saylor wants to help you or not". Johnston says "Sinclair is a clever man, like all foreign agents have to be. We can't have him know that intelligence is on to him, on to what his plans are, why he's in Havana. It embarrasses me to appeal to your patriotism, Miss Duvall, but whatever I have to do to convince you..." Saylor says "All I have to do is go to this party, show an ankle, and bear a shoulder to Mr. Sinclair. Is that it?" Johnston says "And convince him to drive you to this address in St. Thomas. I'll meet you there". Slate says "Let me get this straight. A man suddenly disappears from the States, a man named Faulkner. A guy loaded with secrets about nuclear physics. You think he's here in Havana and he's going to contact a foreign agent named Sinclair, right?" Johnston says "Right. Of course, we'd just love to pick up Faulkner and take him back, but we don't know where he is. Sinclair, we do. And Miss Duvall is going to bring him to us. I've gotten her name on the party's guest list". Saylor asks "Am I going, Slate?" He says "That's a question. She's got a chance to wear a strapless and she says, am I going, Slate? More cheesecake, Mr. Johnston?"