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When the family or person inquired for is of less importance, or lives in some remote part of the mansion less easy to be apprised, no signal is given. The applicant pronounces the name at the porter's door, and is told, "Montez au troisieme, au quatrieme; sonnez a la porte a droite ou a gauche."
"I would like to ask you what the problems are that we are to consider," Tom announced. "Did you not see some of the problems before you, while we were going through the mine?" inquired Montez. "At the risk, Don Luis, of appearing stupid, I must confess that I did not." "Ah, well, then we shall come to the problems presently. You have other questions. Ask some of them."
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"Then listen to me, Gringos," said Don Luis Montez, in his coldest tones. "Your work here is to sign that report. If you do not, then you shall never leave these mountains! Your lives are in my hands. If you do not serve me as I have ordered, then I shall feel obliged in self-defense to destroy you!" "Do you know, Don Luis," drawled Tom, "that you have one fine quality?"
Tom's face grew long at this suggestion. He was well aware that Don Luis Montez was a man who was both dreaded and obeyed in these mountains. "Oh, well, we'll do all we can for ourselves," Tom proposed. "We'll keep cheerful about it, too until the worst happens." "I'm rested, Tom. Shall we start along?" "Yes; for we're both anxious to get through!" Once more Reade took the lead.
Tom retorted, somewhat indignantly. "Sergeant, we are not contract laborers. We are civil engineers professional men." "Nevertheless," replied the sergeant, handing back the telegram into the hands of bewildered. Tom Reade, "I cannot undertake to send this message until it is endorsed with the written approval of Don Luis Montez, your employer."
More than fifty years have gone since the penitent soul of Lola Montez took flight to its Creator; but there must be some still living whose pulses quicken at the very mention of a name which recalls so much mystery and romance and bewildering fascination of the days when, for them, as for her, "all the world was young."
We are to meet about nine o'clock and therefore I leave on the limited at three-thirty, in about an hour. From the station I am going straight to the house on Z Street let me see, the cipher says the number is 101 and ask for a man named Gonzales. I shall use the name Montez.
"I I will let these Americanos go, for the present, Don Luis," suggested the lieutenant, "provided you will take them back to your estate, and agree to be responsible for them if they are wanted. "Thank you very much, Lieutenant. I will readily undertake that," agreed Montez, smiling.
"Child," said the latter, with wonderful gentleness and tenderness, "I am the real Don Luis Montez your father!" "Then who is he?" cried Francesca, pointing to the handcuffed Mexican, who had sunk upon a chair looking more dead than alive. "His true name," said the stranger, "is Paulo Rabasco. He was born of good family, but was always dissolute and criminal.
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