Canadian fiction -- 20th century; Detective and mystery stories
"We reached New York on Sunday morning and went to the Meriden. We
found Bianca Guiterrez already established there. Bianca is a second
cousin of Francisco's. I don't know how she got to New York. She was
in Managuay three weeks ago. I must say that in Managuay the women
look rather askance at Bianca, and she does not exactly move in
society. She is a prime favorite with the men of our set, particularly
Francisco. I have sometimes thought,--but that doesn't signify.
"When we reached the Meriden other men kept turning up, none of whom
was presented to us. From one thing and other, scraps of telephone
conversation, chance remarks picked up, I gathered that there was a
little circle of Managuayan politicians established here in New York,
whose meeting-place was in that house on Ninth Street. What their
purpose was I could not guess. There were some Americans among them
too.
"In particular there was one man, Abanez, who seemed to be a sort of
leader among them, a leader under Francisco you understand; for it was
clear to me that Francisco was the master of them all.
"The day we arrived this Abanez was closeted with Francisco for awhile
in our sitting-room at the hotel, and at last I had an opportunity to
overhear one of Francisco's mysterious conferences. My bedroom
adjoined the sitting-room on one side, mamma's on the other; she was
asleep. I don't know where Bianca was. Her room was in a different
part of the hotel.
"I was in my room when Francisco and Abanez entered the sitting-room.
Perhaps Francisco thought I was asleep too, or it may be that it never
occurred to him that the doors are thinner in this country than at
home. In the beginning they were cautious enough, but as they went on
they forgot and raised their voices a little. As soon as I heard them
come in, I softly drew the key out of my door and put my ear to the
keyhole. I felt not the slightest compunctions in eavesdropping, for I
was sure that I was helping the right.
"It was maddening at first, they talked so low. I could hear nothing.
Then Francisco, it appeared, lost his temper. I heard him say: 'I'll
tell you why I came up here. It looked to me as if this job was in a
fair way of being bungled. I wanted to oversee things myself. Do you
understand the importance of it? Do you understand that if the
slightest thing goes wrong it will mean complete ruin for all of us?
On the other hand if it's properly carried through, we can sit back,
we'll have no more trouble.'
"Abanez' reply I could not hear. From his tone I guessed that he was
trying to placate Francisco. The latter then said:
"'I didn't think much of the man you sent down, this de Silva.'
"Abanez said deprecatingly: 'He was the best I could lay hands on at
such short notice. As I told you, I hoped you might be able to
supplant him with somebody better from down there.'
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