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He disengaged his arm. "My dear Mr. Orme," said Alcatrante, "why should we beat around the bush?" "Why, indeed?" said Orme. "Poritol knows that his papers are in your possession. Speaking for him, I offer you five thousand." "Why do you drag Poritol into this?" said Orme. "You know that he has merely been your agent from the start.
Doubtless he knew that Alcatrante was grasping at a straw which might still give him the advantage in future negotiations. "I am honored by your co-operation thus far." He bowed formally. Alcatrante returned the bow and, beckoning to Poritol, left the room. The Japanese minister turned to Arima and talked rapidly in his native tongue. From his manner it was plain that he was giving orders.
He then produced the coveted bill from his pocket-book. Senhor Poritol uttered a little cry of delight and stretched forth an eager hand, but Orme, who was busily comparing the letters on the paper with the letters on the bill, waved him back. After a few moments Orme looked up.
I would have to return later without Mr. Poritol. 'Come along, I said. 'My errand is done. "Mr. Poritol smiled at me in a way I didn't like. The burglar, meantime, had gone to a little table at the back of his cell. There was an ink-bottle there and he seemed to be writing. Looking into the cell, Mr.
"Lopez," replied Senhor Poritol promptly; and Orme knew that the answer might as well have been Smith. But the little man returned quickly to his story. "My friend had no strength left. He was, oh, so weak that I wept to see him. But he sent the doctor and the priest out of the room, and then and then he whispered in my ear a secret. He had discovered rich gold in the Urinaba country.
For a moment Senhor Poritol appeared to hover like a timid bird; then he seated himself on the edge of a chair, only the tips of his toes touching the floor. His eyes danced brightly. "To begin with, Mr. Orme," he said, "I am charmed to meet you very charmed." He rolled his "r's" after a fashion that need not be reproduced.
The thought came to me that Mr. Poritol might be here, and I didn't wish him to recognize it." Orme thought of the hard quest the girl had followed that day battling for her father's interests. What kind of a man could that father be to let his daughter thus go into difficulties alone? But she had said that her father was unable to leave the house.
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