"Who else has she told this to?"
"If you refer to the contents of that letter, it was written and handed to me about three hours ago. It has not been out of my possession since then."
"Humph! Who"s at the casa? There"s Buchanan, and Raymond, and Victor Guitierrez, eh?"
"I think I can say almost positively that Mrs. Saltonstall has seen no one but her daughter since the news reached her, if that is what you wish to know," said Carroll, still following the particular package of letters with his eyes, as Mr. Prince continued his examination. Prince stopped.
"Are you sure?"
"Almost sure."
Prince rose, this time with a greater ease of manner, and, going to the table, ran his fingers over the k.n.o.bs, as if mechanically. "One would like to know at once all there is to know about a transaction that changes the front of four millions of capital in about four hours, eh, Captain?" he said, for the first time really regarding his guest.
"Just four hours ago, in this very room, we found out that the widow Saltonstall owed Dr. West about a million, tied up in investments, and we calculated to pull her through with perhaps the loss of half. If she"s got this a.s.signment of the Doctor"s property that she speaks of in her letter, as collateral security, and it"s all regular, and she--so to speak--steps into Dr. West"s place, by G-d, sir, we owe HIM about three millions, and we"ve got to settle with HER--and that"s all about it. You"ve dropped a little bomb-sh.e.l.l in here, Captain, and the splinters are flying around as far as San Francisco, now. I confess it beats me regularly. I always thought the old man was a little keen over there at the casa--but she was a woman, and he was a man for all his sixty years, and THAT combination I never thought of. I only wonder she hadn"t gobbled him up before."
Captain Carroll"s face betrayed no trace of the bewilderment and satisfaction at this news of which he had been the unconscious bearer, nor of resentment at the coa.r.s.eness of its translation.
"There does not seem to be any memorandum of this a.s.signment,"
continued Prince, turning over the papers.
"Have you looked here?" said Carroll, taking up the packet of letters.
"No--they seem to me some private letters she refers to in this letter, and that she wants back again."
"Let us see," said Carroll, untying the packet. There were three or four closely written notes in Spanish and English.
"Love-letters, I reckon," said Prince--"that"s why the old girl wants "em back. She don"t care to have the wheedling that fetched the Doctor trotted out to the public."
"Let us look more carefully," said Carroll, pleasantly, opening each letter before Prince, yet so skillfully as to frustrate any attempt of the latter to read them. "There does not seem to be any memorandum here. They are evidently only private letters."
"Quite so," said Prince.
Captain Carroll retied the packet and put it in his pocket. "Then I"ll return them to her," he said, quietly.
"Hullo!--here--I say," said Prince, starting to his feet.
"I said I would return them to her," repeated Carroll, calmly.
"But I never gave them to you! I never consented to their withdrawal from the papers."
"I"m sorry you did not," said Carroll, coldly; "it would have been more polite."
"Polite! D--n it, sir! I call this stealing."
"Stealing, Mr. Prince, is a word that might be used by the person who claims these letters to describe the act of any one who would keep them from HER. It really can not apply to you or me."
"Once for all, do you refuse to return them to me?" said Prince, pale with anger.
"Decidedly."
"Very well, sir! We shall see." He stepped to the corner and rang a bell. "I have summoned my manager, and will charge you with the theft in his presence."
"I think not."
"And why, sir?"
"Because the presence of a third party would enable me to throw this glove in your face, which, as a gentleman, I couldn"t do without witnesses." Steps were heard along the pa.s.sage; Prince was no coward in a certain way; neither was he a fool. He knew that Carroll would keep his word; he knew that he should have to fight him; that, whatever the issue of the duel was, the cause of the quarrel would be known, and scarcely redound to his credit. At present there were no witnesses to the offered insult, and none would be wiser. The letters were not worth it. He stepped to the door, opened it, said, "No matter," and closed it again.
He returned with an affectation of carelessness. "You are right. I don"t know that I"m called upon to make a scene here which the LAW can do for me as well elsewhere. It will settle pretty quick whether you"ve got the right to those letters, and whether you"ve taken the right way to get them sir."
"I have no desire to evade any responsibility in this matter, legal or otherwise," said Carroll, coldly, rising to his feet.
"Look here," said Prince, suddenly, with a return of his brusque frankness; "you might have ASKED me for those letters, you know."
"And you wouldn"t have given them to me," said Carroll.
Prince laughed. "That"s so! I say, Captain. Did they teach you this sort of strategy at West Point?"
"They taught me that I could neither receive nor give an insult under a white flag," said Carroll, pleasantly. "And they allowed me to make exchanges under the same rule. I picked up this pocket-book on the spot where the accident occurred to Dr. West. It is evidently his. I leave it with you, who are his executor."
The instinct of reticence before a man with whom he could never be confidential kept him from alluding to his other discovery.
Prince took the pocket-book, and opened it mechanically. After a moment"s scrutiny of the memoranda it contained, his face a.s.sumed something of the same concentrated attention it wore at the beginning of the interview. Raising his eyes suddenly to Carroll, he said, quickly,--
"You have examined it?"
"Only so far as to see that it contained nothing of importance to the person I represent," returned Carroll, simply.
The capitalist looked at the young officer"s clear eyes. Something of embarra.s.sment came into his own as he turned them away.
"Certainly. Only memoranda of the Doctor"s business. Quite important to us, you know. But nothing referring to YOUR princ.i.p.al." He laughed. "Thank you for the exchange. I say--take a drink!"
"Thank you--no!" returned Carroll, going to the door.
"Well, good-by."
He held out his hand. Carroll, with his clear eyes still regarding him, pa.s.sed quietly by the outstretched hand, opened the door, bowed, and made his exit.
A slight flush came into Prince"s cheek. Then, as the door closed, he burst into a half-laugh. Had he been a dramatic villain, he would have added to it several lines of soliloquy, in which he would have rehea.r.s.ed the fact that the opportunity for revenge had "come at last"; that the "haughty victor who had just left with his ill-gotten spoil had put into his hands the weapon of his friend"s destruction"; that the "hour had come"; and, possibly he might have said, "Ha! ha!" But, being a practical, good-natured, selfish rascal, not much better or worse than his neighbors, he sat himself down at his desk and began to carefully consider how HE could best make use of the memoranda jotted down by Dr. West of the proofs of the existence of his son, and the consequent discovery of a legal heir to his property.
CHAPTER VIII
When Faquita had made sure that her young mistress was so securely closeted with Dona Maria that morning as to be inaccessible to curious eyes and ears, she saw fit to bewail to her fellow-servants this further evidence of the decay of the old feudal and patriarchal mutual family confidences. "Time was, thou rememberest, Pepita, when an affair of this kind was openly discussed at chocolate with everybody present, and before us all. When Joaquin Padilla was shot at Monterey, it was the Dona herself who told us, who read aloud the letters describing it and the bullet-holes in his clothes, and made it quite a gala-day--and he was a first-cousin of Guitierrez. And now, when this American goat of a doctor is kicked to death by a mule, the family must shut themselves up, that never a question is asked or answered." "Ay,"
responded Pepita; "and as regards that, Sanchez there knows as much as they do, for it was he that almost saw the whole affair."
"How?--sawest it?" inquired Faquita, eagerly.