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Doubtless the minister had paid the detective to hunt for a marked five-dollar bill and make a copy of whatever was written on it which would have been quite a safe proceeding for the detective, if he were not caught at the task. A subtle man, Alcatrante; but no subtler than the Japanese. Dismissing the incident from his mind, Orme again made ready to return to the all-night restaurant.
Orme said nothing, but he thought of looted South American treasuries, of exiled presidents squandering their official stealings at Paris and Monte Carlo, of concessions sold and sold again to rival foreign companies. They had now reached the park entrance. "There is a cab," said Alcatrante. "You will ride with me as far as your hotel?" "Thank you, no," said Orme. "I rather need the walk."
Once inside the reception-room, Orme stopped and looked again at Alcatrante. There was menace in the look, but the South American did not flinch. Indeed, the glance which met his own seemed to Orme to be disarmingly good-natured. Its essence was a humorous recognition that the situation had its ridiculous side.
I was merely thinking of my young friend's peace of mind. I am his fellow-countryman, you see, and his confidence in me " he stopped, with another chuckle. "Singular, is it not, how impressionable are the young?" Orme said nothing. He did not enjoy this fencing. "Look at the lake," Alcatrante suddenly exclaimed. "How beautiful an expanse of water. It has so much more color than the sea.
To shake off Alcatrante, perhaps there was no better way than to lure him to some deserted place and overpower him. But would not Alcatrante be likely to have anticipated such a move? And would he not resort to desperate measures of his own before Orme could put his own plans into practice? Bixby might help. Orme walked over to the inquiry-window. "I want to see Mr.
Alcatrante moved over beside Poritol and whispered a few words, scarcely moving his lips. His face looked yellow by daylight, and the eyes behind the gold spectacles were heavy-lidded and almost closed. Orme inferred that the night had been sleepless for Alcatrante. These observations were interrupted by the entrance of the newcomer.
Much as he longed to see the girl again, he was glad that they were not to make this adventure together, for the reputation of North Parker Street was unsavory. Orme found his way readily enough. There was not far to go, and he preferred to walk. But before he reached his destination he remembered that he had promised Alcatrante and Poritol to meet them at his apartment at ten o'clock.
"It is only fair. Yes, I will keep the bill until to-morrow morning." "One other suggestion," continued Alcatrante. "You may not be willing to give up the bill, but is there any reason why you should refuse to let Senhor Poritol copy the writing that is on it?" "Only my determination to think the whole matter over before I do anything at all," Orme replied.
But you should see our wonderful harbor of Rio, Mr. Orme. Perhaps some day I shall be permitted to show you its magnificences." "Who knows?" said Orme. "It would be very pleasant." "As to the bill," continued Alcatrante quickly, "do you care to give it to me?" Orme felt himself frowning. "I will keep it till the morning," he said. "Oh, well, it is of no consequence." Alcatrante laughed shortly.
It dawned upon him why Alcatrante had invented so remarkable a story. Without question, the minister had feared that Orme would enlist aid in the office, or that at least he would manage to deposit the coveted papers in safety while he found other means to get rid of his shadow. Hence the sudden effort to discredit Orme.
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