The hotel room door slowly opened inward, dark eyes peered through the crack between door and frame. A slight figure darted into the open air corridor, down the tiled ouside stairs to the beach. A pile of debris above the high tide line provided a ready hiding place for a small frayed paper sack. There was no time to wait for the ferry back to Isabeya. The burglar, unaware of a split in the bag's seam, shoved the sack into the debris pile; then slipped into the tepid ocean. Propelled by the easterly swells the swimmer was back on the St. Chris shore before the ferry left the Harborview dock. Another pair of eyes watched through binoculars from a nearby vantage point, satisfied that once again everything was going exactly as planned.