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Alvarez Lazaro seemed to straighten and become rigid, while into his dark eyes crept an expression of hatred which he no longer tried to hide. "At last, Señor Merriwell," he said, the music having left his voice; "at last we meet! On the morrow I should have sought you." "For what purpose?" "To let you know that I have come." "How could that interest me?"
"Is anything wrong, señor?" questioned Lazaro. "I'm afraid my eyes are going back on me. They're blurry now. I swear I hate to take up wearing spectacles!" Directly he leaned his head on his hand, with his elbow on the table. "I fear you are not feeling well, Señor Scott," said the man of the snowy hair and coal-black eyes. "I'm not," confessed Old Gripper thickly. "Can't understand it.
At last we prevailed upon soldiers of the Philippine constabulary to arrest the queen and bring her to Manila. We had anticipated that she might prove insane, but she showed herself to be a very keen-witted young woman. We employed her at the San Lazaro Hospital to look after cholera patients.
I hope you may find it convenient to accept my most urgent invitation, señor." Now, under ordinary circumstances Watson Scott would not have contemplated such a thing. Lazaro had appeared unheralded and unannounced, and Scott knew absolutely nothing of the man. Yet all through that interview Scott had experienced an almost mastering desire to know something about him.
"You will accept," nodded Lazaro, as if it were decided. "At what time will it be most convenient for you to come." "Why er when do you dine?" "Whenever Señor Scott chooses," bowed the man with the snowy hair. "Any hour from six to nine will please me." "Well, I'll be along between six and half-past," said Scott, and then wondered why he had said it. "It is well," bowed Lazaro, rising.
I will bring you at last to your miserable end! Adios!" Then the lips were still, the eyes partly closed. "He is dead!" said an officer. "Not until I hear him proclaimed dead by a reliable physician will I be satisfied," said Frank. "Bring in a doctor." A short time later a doctor appeared. The physician knelt beside Lazaro and made a careful examination, silently watched by the others.
Her fear in the cave, before Lazaro di Roio, is the most ghastly and accurate rendering of that sensation that, I am sure, has been seen on any stage. She flings herself upright against a frame of wood on which the woodcarver has left his tools, and as one new shudder after another sets her body visibly quaking, some of the tools drop on the floor, with an astonishing effect on the nerves.
"Where had he heard that voice before?" he asked himself. "You are from Mexico, Mr. Lazaro?" was his question. "I am, señor." "What do you wish to know about the Central Sonora Railroad?" "It is settled that the road will be constructed?" "Yes. Every preparation is being made to begin work upon it." "The company is formed and the stock issued?" "The stock is not yet issued."
"To my urgent inquiries as to the cause of her agitation, the señora would not reply; she retired without accepting my services, and I withdrew." "Has this Indian often thrown himself in her way?" "I do not know, master; nevertheless I have often met him in the streets of San Lazaro." "And you have told me nothing of this?"
The board of health had one great advantage in the fact that the San Lazaro contagious disease hospital had been completed. This building, with its cool wards and attractive surroundings, made it possible to give cholera victims the best of care.
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