Canadian fiction -- 20th century; Detective and mystery stories
"'In Managuay?' said Francisco scornfully. 'Where everybody and
everything is known? What chance would we have of foisting any of our
people off on Bareda? As for Bareda's own people, they are
incorruptible. I've tried them and I know.'
"Abanez evidently asked him next what was his objection to de Silva.
Francisco replied impatiently:
"'A conceited little bravo. No one but a fool like Bareda could
possibly have been taken in by him.'
"Again Abanez said something I could not hear.
"Francisco said: 'It was all right up to the time I left, but they will
be thrown together for five days on the ship. Bareda may well smell a
rat before they reach New York.'
"I missed Abanez' reply.
"Francisco went on impatiently: 'I didn't think much of the scheme he
outlined to me either. It sounded fantastic. The simplest measures
are always the best. Why didn't you have him taken to the Ninth Street
house? You can drive right in there out of sight of the street.'
"Abanez said: 'That would have necessitated taking the taxi-driver into
our confidence. We had no one on whom we could rely.'
"'Good God! Why didn't you buy a taxi-cab, and put one of our men on
it?'
"'It did not seem feasible.'
"Francisco was getting angrier and angrier. 'Do you mean to tell me
that you are going to depend on any chance taxi-cab that you pick up on
the pier?'
"As Francisco stormed the other man became more obsequious. 'It could
not be avoided,' he explained. 'You see when the steamship docks the
cabs are admitted in single file and engaged by the passengers in order
as they come. There was no way in which we could ensure that de Silva
would get a particular cab.'
"'There is always a way!' cried Francisco. 'If you use a little
head-work! Well, it's too late now to change de Silva's instructions.
I wish I had attended to these preliminaries myself. Anyhow, I shall
be on the pier. Later I'll go to the ferry to see what has happened.'
"There was more, but Francisco seemed to have recollected caution, and
I could not hear it. What I had heard caused me a terrible feeling of
uneasiness, but I had nothing definite to go on. It is perfectly clear
now, when we know what happened, but you must remember my situation. I
never dreamed of anything so terrible as the truth. Think of my
ignorance and inexperience. Why, I had lived in the same house with
Francisco for nine years. I could not conceive of him as a murderer.
"But it was clear enough that mischief of some sort was afoot, with my
Uncle Tony as the intended victim. I thought perhaps they intended to
rob him of the little black book, on which he set such store. I
determined to warn him if I could. I made up my mind that I would be
on the pier myself when the _Allianca_ came in, and tell him exactly
what I had overheard.
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