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He went over the papers again and then turned to face the other officer. "What do you think, General?" he asked, hesitatingly. "Suspicious!" was the reply. "I think so, myself," said the colonel. "Mark you: Here's a man who claims to come from Sangoa, a place no one has ever heard of; and the other has endorsements purporting to come from the highest officials in America. Huh! what does it mean?"
"I want to know the exact date when you landed in this country from Sangoa." "Let me see. It was the twelfth day of October, of last year." "Oh! so long ago as that? It is fifteen months. Once you told us that you had been here about a year." "I didn't stop to count the months, you see. The twelfth of October is correct." "Where did you land?" "At San Francisco." "Direct from Sangoa?"
"Now, to account for the likeness between Andrews, an American adventurer, and Jones, reared and educated in the mysterious island of Sangoa. Ajo's father must have left some near relatives in this country when he became a recluse in his far-away island. Why did he become a recluse? That's a subject I must consider carefully, for he was a man of money, a man of science, a man of affairs.
"Yes, I suppose so." Another pause. "Name?" asked the German, with startling abruptness. But the other never winked. "Carg. I'm a sailor. Captain of this ship. Live in Sangoa, when ashore." "Sangoa?" "Island in South Seas." The wounded man reached for another cigarette and lighted it. "Carg," he repeated, musingly. "German?" "Why, my folks were, I believe. I've relations in Germany, yet. Munich.
"As a matter of fact, there is no Sangoa." said he; "so we may doubt the young man's assertion that he was ever there." "Why are you interested in him?" inquired Mr. Merrick. "A natural question," said Le Drieux, after a moment of hesitation. "I know you well by reputation, Mr.
He made no reply, but sat watching Beth's nimble fingers. Patsy was too excited to resume her embroidery. "I wonder if you are old enough to smoke?" remarked Beth. "I'm over twenty-one." "Indeed! We decided you were about eighteen." "But we are not Spanish in Sangoa." "What are your people?" "Formerly all Americans. The younger generation are, like myself I suppose, Sangoans by birth.
And, finally, how did Jones get here from Sangoa and how is he to return, if he ever wants to go back to his valuable pearl fisheries, his people and his home?" She strove earnestly to answer these questions, but could not with her present knowledge. So she tucked the notebook into a drawer of her desk, put out her light and got into bed. But sleep would not come to her.
Uncle John took the letters which Ajo had written to Captain Carg, to his superintendent in Sangoa and to his housekeeper. Then they all pressed the boy's hand and went away. Monday morning the extradition papers arrived. Le Drieux exhibited them proudly to young Weldon, to Mr. Merrick, and even to the girls, who regarded the documents with shuddering awe.
Patsy almost giggled outright as she thought of Le Drieux and his ridiculous suspicions. One would have to steal a good many pearls in order to acquire a fortune to match that of the Sangoan. He was speaking of Sangoa now, in answer to a question of Beth's. "Yes, indeed," said he, "Sangoa is very beautiful, and the climate is even more mild than that of your Southern California.
"Tell me, sir," she continued, "what is the nearest land to Sangoa that is known to the world?" He smiled faintly as he replied: "I cannot tell." Uncle John had grown very uneasy by this time and he decided he ought to attempt to assist Maud.
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