Barracuda Is Under Control

Doc, it sounds to me like you're talking about the Antichrist. Well, perhaps I am! A little surprise, Jefferson. The gentleman under the blanket where you expected to find me is your cutthroat friend, Barracuda. Last you, Mandrake.

Watch him, Mandrake. Don't reach for your gun, Jefferson. I took the trouble to relieve Barracuda of his. Jefferson, I've never killed a man in my life, but don't give me an excuse to break that record.

Wiping you out wouldn't give me anything at all. Wouldn't be any worse than crushing a snake under my heel. Don't shoot, Manbrake. Don't shoot! Can you tell me one good reason why I shouldn't? Yes. You'll only bring Captain X and his sailors on a run from the dock.

And they're under the teeth. You wouldn't have a chance. I thought of that first. I think that's what saved your life. At least for the time being. Nada, take that pistol from his hip pocket.

I've got it, Manbrake. How did you manage to change places with Barracuda? I saw him try you down to that stretcher. And you saw two sailors start up here from the dark carrying the stretcher with Barracuda leading the way, didn't you?

Yes. And I can't understand how... A current magician never exposes his tricks, Jefferson. But I am going to let you see Barracuda's face. Maybe you'll guess the rest. Now, there. Turn the blanket down. Yes, Mandrake.

Look, Jefferson. Is it sleep? If not, it's sleep. He's fully under my control and ready to obey every suggestion I make and answer every question. What? Beirakuda. Yeah? Is the telephone still connected? No, I broke the connection.