New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories
“We,” continued the dictator, thoughtfully regarding the neat buckskin
shoe on his gently swinging foot—“I speak for a considerable majority
of the people—demand the return of the stolen funds belonging to them.
Our terms go very little further than that. They are very simple. As an
accredited spokesman, I promise that our interference will cease if
they are accepted. Give up the money, and you and your companion will
be permitted to proceed wherever you will. In fact, assistance will be
given you in the matter of securing a passage by any outgoing vessel
you may choose. It is on my personal responsibility that I add
congratulations to the gentleman in Number 10 upon his taste in
feminine charms.”
Returning his cigar to his mouth, Goodwin observed her, and saw that
her eyes followed it and rested upon it with icy and significant
concentration. Apparently she had not heard a word he had said. He
understood, tossed the cigar out the window, and, with an amused laugh,
slid from the table to his feet.
“That is better,” said the lady. “It makes it possible for me to listen
to you. For a second lesson in good manners, you might now tell me by
whom I am being insulted.”
“I am sorry,” said Goodwin, leaning one hand on the table, “that my
time is too brief for devoting much of it to a course of etiquette.
Come, now; I appeal to your good sense. You have shown yourself, in
more than one instance, to be well aware of what is to your advantage.
This is an occasion that demands the exercise of your undoubted
intelligence. There is no mystery here. I am Frank Goodwin; and I have
come for the money. I entered this room at a venture. Had I entered the
other I would have had it before now. Do you want it in words? The
gentleman in Number 10 has betrayed a great trust. He has robbed his
people of a large sum, and it is I who will prevent their losing it. I
do not say who that gentleman is; but if I should be forced to see him
and he should prove to be a certain high official of the republic, it
will be my duty to arrest him. The house is guarded. I am offering you
liberal terms. It is not absolutely necessary that I confer personally
with the gentleman in the next room. Bring me the valise containing the
money, and we will call the affair ended.”
The lady arose from her chair and stood for a moment, thinking deeply.
“Do you live here, Mr. Goodwin?” she asked, presently.
“Yes.”
“What is your authority for this intrusion?”
“I am an instrument of the republic. I was advised by wire of the
movements of the—gentleman in Number 10.”
“May I ask you two or three questions? I believe you to be a man more
apt to be truthful than—timid. What sort of a town is this—Coralio, I
think they call it?”
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