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Joan sprang up with a little cry, and her heart thumping in her breast. "Hush!" said Escobar. Yes, it was now he who pleaded for secrecy and a quiet voice. There was a stronger passion in Mario than the love of women, and that was the love of money. Women were to him mainly the means to money. They were easier to get, too, if you were not over particular.
Roldan then dispatched Escobar in a light canoe, paddled swiftly by Indians, who, approaching within hail of the ship, informed Ojeda that, since he would not trust himself on shore, Roldan would come and confer with him on board, if he would send a boat for him.
Kendric told Barlow what he had learned during the evening; how the walls were sentinelled and how at the present moment under the same roof with them was an American girl, held for ransom. "And, according to Escobar," he concluded, watching his old friend's face, "the trick is put over with the connivance of Miss Castelmar.
"It's true," she admitted meekly. "I know very little." Joan looked very lovely as she stood nervously drumming with her gloved fingers on a little table which stood between them, all her assurance gone. Mario Escobar lived always on the whirling edge of passion. The least extra leap of the water caught him and drew him in.
He paused whilst he drew out his cigarette-case and selected a cigarette from it. "And I agree," he added. "Mario Escobar is too picturesque a person for these primitive days." Hillyard was not sure what Sir Charles Hardiman precisely meant. But on the other hand he was anxious to ask no direct questions concerning Escobar. He sought to enter in by another gate. "Primitive?" he said. "Yes.
"It was for your health?" Hillyard did not answer directly. "My lungs have always been my trouble," he said. Hardiman bent towards Stella Croyle. "I think our new friend has had a curious life, Stella. He should interest you." Stella Croyle replied with a shrewd look towards the Spaniard. "At present he is interesting Escobar. One would say Escobar was suspicious lest Mr.
Now, I will lay a nice five to one that no one in this room knows where Mario Escobar goes when he goes home." A moment's silence followed upon Harold Jupp's challenge. To the men, the point had its importance. The women did not appreciate the importance, but they recognised that their own menfolk did, and they did not interrupt.
"Mario Escobar." Joan repeated the name with such a violence of scorn that for a moment Stella Croyle was silenced. "Mario Escobar!" "He was here with you a moment ago." Joan answered quietly and quite distinctly: "I wish he were dead!" Stella Croyle fell back upon her first declaration. "You must leave my Wub alone." Joan laughed aloud, harshly and without any merriment.
A very satisfactory sister for Andrés Escobar to have; and, wondering at the absence of Vincente, the eldest son, Charles asked Andrés about his brother. A marked constraint was immediately visible in the family around him. Vincente, he was informed abruptly, was out of Havana, he had had to go to Matanzas. Later, on the balcony over the Prado, Andrés added an absorbing detail.
"But I hadn't an idea that Mario Escobar was concerned in it." "That wasn't mentioned?" asked the Commodore. "No. I already knew, you see, of B45. If just a word had been added that it was Mario who was writing to Emma Grutzner we might have identified him months ago." "Yes," answered Graham soothingly and with a proper compunction.
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