Jim and Lizzy had made some “tax free” money they wanted to deposit in an off-shore account.  The funny little fellow they met in the hotel bar in Belize City seemed to be legitimate, so they gave him traveler’s checks to deposit, with the promise of a receipt when they met him at his office later.  When they went to the address he claimed was his bank office, they began to have doubts.. . . . David, Sf.G.