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Spawn keeps her very hidden. A mystery about it: all Nareda talks, but no one knows; and Spawn does not like questions." Spawn abruptly joined us! He came from the black shadows of the lurid smelter room. Had he heard us discussing Jetta? I wondered. Mysterious Meeting "Ah, Grant have you enjoyed yourself?" He dismissed his subordinate. "I was detained. Sorry." He was smoothly imperturbable.
Questions rushed at me. Perona, planning with this bandit to abduct me. Hold me for ransom. Or kill me! But Perona knew that I was not a private citizen. He was lying to De Boer, to persuade him. Why this attack upon me? Was Spawn in on it? Why were they so anxious to get rid of me? Because of Jetta? Or because I was dangerous, prying into their smuggling activities. Or both?
The witching of this moonlit garden! But the moon had presently sunk, and to the east the stars were fading. "Philip! Look! Why, it's dawn already. I've got to leave you." I held her just a moment by the hand. "May I meet you here to-morrow night?" I asked. "Yes," she said simply. "Good night Jetta." "Good night. You you've made me very happy." She was gone, into a doorway of the opposite wing.
It was as yet not much after hour eight of the evening. The hours before my tryst with Jetta seemed an interminable time to wait. She might not come, though, I was afraid, until midnight. At all events I felt that I had some hours yet. And it occurred to me that the evening was not yet too far advanced for me to call upon Perona. He lived not far from here, I had learned.
"Jetta?" And then came her voice. "Philip?" "Jetta! Which way? Where are you?" "Here! This way: in my room." A window and a door near the pergola. "Jetta!" "Yes. I am in here. They tied me up. Not so loud, Phil: father will hear you." "He's gone out." I reached her garden door. Turned its handle. Rattled the door. Shoved frantically with my shoulder! The metal door was firmly sealed!
After which I felt convinced that my cloth bales, and one year's ammunition, were safe, and that I could defy the Masika. In the hurry of departure from Zanzibar, and in my ignorance of how bales should be made, I had submitted to the better judgment and ripe experience of one Jetta, a commission merchant, to prepare my bales for carriage.
I think that what we said sitting there with the slanting moonlight on us, could not have amounted to much. Yet for us, it was so important! Vital. Building memories which I knew and I think that she knew, even then we would never forget. "I will be here a week, Jetta." "I want I want very much to know you. I want you to tell me about the world of the Highlands. I have a few books.
Hanley repeated vehemently, "Phil, they'll find you! Get out of there: the way is still open!" Gutierrez was approaching the archway. But I lingered a moment longer. "Chief, you heard about that girl, Jetta, Spawn's daughter " I stopped. Perona was saying, "Spawn, was Jetta still in her room? You did not untie her?" "No." "And gagged? Suppose the Americano was back there now?
The outer garden drowsed; there seemed no one about. I went through the main door oval into the front public room, where first I had met Spawn. He was not here now, nor was Jetta. A sudden furtiveness fell upon me. With noiseless steps I went the length of the dim, padded interior corridor to my own room.
I had a few minutes, perhaps, before my pursuers would arrive. I reached the inner, patio garden. The moon was well out from under the clouds now. The patio shimmered, a silent, deserted fairyland. "Jetta!" I called it softly. Then louder. "Jetta!" Spawn's house was fairly large and rambling. There were so many rooms. Jetta was gagged; how could she answer me? But I had no time to search for her.
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