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Updated: June 5, 2025
"Believe me, Chichoy, of Quiroga the Chinaman! I heard it in the office." "Nakú, it's certain then," exclaimed the simpleton, believing it at once. "Quiroga," explained the clerk, "has a hundred thousand pesos in Mexican silver out in the bay. How is he to get it in? Very easily.
"A thief? One of the Black Hand?" Isagani arose to walk back and forth. "Didn't they catch him?" "He jumped into the river before anybody recognized him. Some say he was a Spaniard, some a Chinaman, and others an Indian." "It's believed that with the lamp," added Chichoy, "he was going to set fire to the house, then the powder "
"They say that to-night there's going to be a massacre." "Aha! Thunder!" exclaimed Chichoy, looking about for a weapon. Seeing none, he caught up his blowpipe. The silversmith sat down, trembling in every limb. The credulous simpleton already saw himself beheaded and wept in anticipation over the fate of his family. "No," contradicted the clerk, "there's not going to be any massacre.
Who do you suppose put the sacks of powder there?" Many shrugged their shoulders, while Capitan Toringoy merely looked askance at Isagani. "The friars?" "Quiroga the Chinaman?" "Some student?" "Makaraig?" Capitan Toringoy coughed and glanced at Isagani, while Chichoy shook his head and smiled. "The jeweler Simoun." "Simoun!!" The profound silence of amazement followed these words.
The Orenda girls turned instinctively toward Isagani, who smiled silently. "Hide yourself," Capitana Loleng advised him. "They may accuse you. Hide!" Again Isagani smiled but said nothing. "Don Timoteo," continued Chichoy, "did not know to whom to attribute the deed. He himself superintended the work, he and his friend Simoun, and nobody else.
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