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"Unless Walsh, the burglar, had played a trick on Poritol and held the true papers back. I went straight from Arima's to the jail and had another talk with Walsh. He convinced me that he knew nothing at all about the papers. He seemed to think that they were letters which Poritol wanted for his own purposes." "Then, you did not doubt me." Glad relief was in his voice.
"Father could not go back East as soon as he had expected to, and he had the papers sent to him, by special arrangement with the with the other parties to the contract. Mr. Poritol followed us from the East. I we had known him there. He was always amusing company; we never took him seriously. He had business here, he said; but on the first day of his arrival he came out to call on us.
He wore a long frock coat and carried a glossy hat, and his eyes were framed by large gold spectacles. "This is the Senhor Alcatrante," explained Senhor Poritol. The newcomer bowed with suave dignity. "Senhor Alcatrante? The name is familiar," said Orme, smiling. Poritol assumed an air. "He is the minister from my country to these United States." Orme understood.
He shot an ugly gleam at Poritol, whose sudden assumption of fearsome humility was in strange contrast to his usual self-assurance. "As we hold the documents" the Japanese spoke with great distinctness "you will necessarily admit our advantage. That means, you will understand, a smaller commission on the next contract." Alcatrante twisted his face into the semblance of a smile.
Poritol came back to Chicago by trolley and got some money. He went back to the country justice and discovered that the marked bill had been paid out. He has followed it through several persons to you, just as Maku did, and as I have done. But I heard nothing of the Japanese." "You shouldn't have attempted this alone," said Orme, solicitously. She smiled faintly.
He was influenced to some extent by the thought that Poritol and Alcatrante, on learning how he had been robbed of the bill, might unwittingly give him a further clue. No one had called for him. He waited till ten minutes past the hour, before he concluded that he had fulfilled his part of the bargain with them.
He might as well ride; so he permitted the minister to bow him into the cab, and presently they were whirling along southward. There was a period of silence. Then Alcatrante spoke meditatively. "You see how it happened, I suppose," he said. "Those Japanese were waiting outside your hotel. When Poritol and I came out, one of them followed us, while the other remained on guard.
It had started him on this remarkable series of adventures. It had introduced excitable little Poritol and the suave Alcatrante to his apartment. It had made him the victim of the attack by the two Japanese. It had brought the girl into his life.
Orme accepted the salutation, mustering the appearance of a casual meeting; he must keep Alcatrante out of the building. "I was sorry that I could not be at your apartment this morning," continued Alcatrante, "and I hope you did not wait too long." "Oh, no," replied Orme. "I waited for a little while, but concluded that something had called you away. Has Senhor Poritol recovered from his anxiety?"
Bending over, he discovered that the prostrate man was panting hard, and digging his hands into the turf. "Get up," commanded Orme. The man got to his knees and, turning, raised supplicating hands. "Poritol!" exclaimed Orme. "Oh, Mr. Orme, spare me. It was an accident." His face worked convulsively.
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