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"Brother," said the curate, "those two books are made up of lies, and are full of folly and nonsense; but this of the Great Captain is a true history, and contains the deeds of Gonzalo Hernandez of Cordova, who by his many and great achievements earned the title all over the world of the Great Captain, a famous and illustrious name, and deserved by him alone; and this Diego Garcia de Paredes was a distinguished knight of the city of Trujillo in Estremadura, a most gallant soldier, and of such bodily strength that with one finger he stopped a mill-wheel in full motion; and posted with a two-handed sword at the foot of a bridge he kept the whole of an immense army from passing over it, and achieved such other exploits that if, instead of his relating them himself with the modesty of a knight and of one writing his own history, some free and unbiassed writer had recorded them, they would have thrown into the shade all the deeds of the Hectors, Achilleses, and Rolands."
I don't believe they will catch either Tassara or Zuroaga this time. The colonel will soon raise his new regiment, and my old friend will be down in Oaxaca in safety, waiting for the hour that is to come. Paredes would give something to see my last letter from Santa Anna." So there were many plots and counterplots, and the politest men might not be always what they seemed.
On the 30th of December, 1845, General Herrera resigned the Presidency and yielded up the Government to General Paredes without a struggle. Thus a revolution was accomplished solely by the army commanded by Paredes, and the supreme power in Mexico passed into the hands of a military usurper who was known to be bitterly hostile to the United States.
On the contrary, it was believed that the intestine divisions which ordinary sagacity could not but anticipate as the fruit of Santa Anna's return to Mexico, and his contest with Paredes, might strongly tend to produce a disposition with both parties to restore and preserve peace with the United States. Paredes was a soldier by profession and a monarchist in principle.
"Sounded more like a human being," Robinson objected. The detective reasoned in a steady unmoved voice: "Only a mad woman would wander through the woods, crying like that without a special purpose. This man Paredes has left the house and come through here. I'd guess it was a signal." "Graham and I had thought of that," Bobby said.
He wanted Bobby out of the way while he searched his room again, this time for a sharp, slender instrument capable of penetrating between the bones at the base of a man's brain. Paredes lighted a cigarette and warmed his back at the fire. The doctor settled himself in his chair. He paid no attention to the others. He wouldn't answer Paredes's slow remarks. "Interesting, doctor!
Graham asked. "No." "You, Paredes?" "I've heard nothing," Paredes answered, "except Doctor Groom's disquieting theories. It's an uncanny hour for such talk. What kind of a cry may I ask?" "Like a woman moaning," Bobby said, "and, Doctor, Howells has changed his position." "What are you talking about?" the doctor cried. "He has turned on his side as Mr. Blackburn did," Graham told him.
"That," Graham laughed, "is why you sneaked, why you didn't make any noise, why you lost your temper when we caught you at it? What about it, Mr. District Attorney?" Robinson stepped forward. "Nothing else to do, Mr. Graham. He's too slippery. I'll put him in a safe place." "You mean," Paredes cried, "that you'll arrest me?" "You've guessed it. I'll lock you up as a material witness."
The crouched figure wagged its head from side to side. "I don't know. Nothing's touched me there. I remember I had a headache when I woke up. Why doesn't Groom tell me why I slept so long?" "I only know," Groom rumbled, "that the wound I examined upstairs must have caused instant death." Paredes whispered to him. The doctor nodded reluctantly. "What do you mean?" Blackburn cried.
I've told him so but it doesn't do any good. So will you lend me Bobby " Bobby handed him a banknote. He didn't miss Graham's meaning glance. Paredes gave the money to the butler. "Pay him, will you, Jenkins? Thanks." He surveyed the remains of Bobby's breakfast. He sat down. "May I? My breakfast was early, and prison food, when you're not in the habit "