Am I correct in supposing that you"ve taken steps to clear the yacht, Mr. Brewster?"
"Yes. That is, I"ve sent a message. Or, at least, so my daughter, to whose management I left it, believes."
"Don"t tell me how," said Sherwen quickly. "There is reason to believe that it has been dispatched."
"You"ve heard something?"
"I have a message from our consul at Puerto del Norte, Mr. Wisner."
"For me?" asked the concessionaire.
"Why, no," was the hesitant reply. "It isn"t quite clear, but it seems to be for Miss Brewster."
"Why not?" inquired that young lady coolly. "What is it?"
"The best I could make of it over the phone--Wisner had to be guarded--was that people planning to take Dutch leave would better pay their parting calls by to-morrow at the latest."
"That would mean day after to-morrow, wouldn"t it?" mused the girl.
"If it means anything at all," subst.i.tuted her father testily.
"Meantime, how do you like the Gran Hotel Kast, Miss Brewster?" asked Sherwen.
"It"s awful beyond words! I"ve done nothing but wish for a brigade of Biddies, with good stout mops, and a government permit to clean up. I"d give it a bath!"
"Yes, it"s pretty bad. I"m glad you don"t like it."
"Glad? Is every one ag"in" poor me?"
"Because--well, the American Legation is a very lonely place. Now, the presence of an American lady--"
"Are you offering a proposal of marriage, Mr. Sherwen?" twinkled the girl. "If so--Dad, please leave the room."
"Knock twenty years off my battle-scarred life and you wouldn"t be safe a minute," he retorted. "But, no. This is a measure of safety.
Sir Willet thinks that your party ought to be ready to move into the American Legation on instant notice, if you can"t get away to sea to-morrow."
"What"s the use, if the legation has no official existence?" asked Mr.
Brewster.
"In a sense it has. It would probably be respected by a mob. And, at the worst, it adjoins the British Legation, which would be quite safe. If it weren"t that Sir Willet"s boy has typhoid, you"d be formally invited to go there."
"It"s very good of you," said Miss Polly warmly. "But surely it would be an awful nuisance to you."
"On the contrary, you"d brace up my far-too-casual old housekeeper and get the machinery running. She constantly takes advantage of my bachelor ignorance. If you say you"ll come, I"ll almost pray for the outbreak."
"Certainly we"ll come, at any time you notify us," said Mr. Brewster.
"And we"re very grateful. Shall you have room for Mr. Carroll, too?"
"By all means. And I"ve notified Mr. Cluff. You won"t mind his being there? He"s a rough diamond, but a thoroughly decent fellow."
"Useful, too, in case of trouble, I should judge," said the magnate.
"Then I"ll wait for further word from you."
"Yes. I"ve got my men out on watch."
"Wouldn"t it be--er--advisable for us to arm ourselves?"
"By no means! There"s just one course to follow; keep the peace at any price, and give the Hochwaldians not the slightest peg on which to hang a charge that Americans have been responsible for any trouble that might arise. May I ask you," he added significantly, "to make this clear to Mr. Carroll?"
"Leave that to me," said Miss Brewster, with superb confidence.
"Content, indeed! You"ll find our locality very pleasant, Miss Brewster.
Three of the other legations are on the same block, not including the Hochwaldian, which is a quarter of a mile down the hill. On our corner is a house where several of the English railroad men live, and across is the Club Amicitia, made up largely of the jeunesse doree, who are mostly pro-American. So you"ll be quite surrounded by friends, not to say adherents."
"Call on me to housekeep for you at any time," cried Polly gayly. "I"ll begin to roll up my sleeves as soon as I get dressed to-morrow."
IX
THE BLACK WARNING
That weird three-part drama in the plaza which had so puzzled Miss Polly Brewster had developed in this wise:--
Coincidently with the departure of Preston Fairfax Fitzhugh Carroll from the hotel in his cab, the Unspeakable Perk emerged from a store near the far corner of the square, which exploited itself in the purest Castilian as offering the last word in the matter of gentlemen"s apparel.
"Articulos para Caballeros" was the representation held forth upon its signboard.
If it had articled Mr. Perkins, it must be confessed that it had done its job unevenly, not to say fantastically. His linen was fresh and new, quite conspicuously so, and, therefore, in sharp contrast to the frayed and patched, but scrupulously clean and neatly pressed khaki suit, which set forth rather b.u.mpily his solid figure. A serviceable pith helmet barely overhung the protrusive goggles. His hands were encased in white cotton gloves, a size or two too large. Dismal buff spots on the palms impaired their otherwise virgin purity. As the wearer carried his hands stiffly splayed, the blemishes were obtrusive. Altogether, one might have said that, if he were going in for farce, he was appropriately made up for it.
At the corner above the beggar"s niche he was turning toward a pharmacist"s entrance, when the mirth of the departing crowd that had been enjoying the free oratory attracted his attention. He glanced across at the beggar, now rocking rhythmically on his stumps, hesitated a moment, then ran down the steps.
At the same moment Carroll"s cab stopped on the other angle of the curb.
The occupant put forth his head, saw the goggled freak descending to the legless freak, and sat back again.
"Hola, Pancho! Are you ill?" asked the newcomer.
The beggar only swung back and forth, muttering with frenzied rapidity.
With one hand the Unspeakable Perk stopped him, as one might intercept the runaway pendulum of a clock, setting the other on his forehead.
Then he bent and brought his goblin eyes to bear on the dark face. The features were distorted, the eyelids tremulous over suffused eyes, and the teeth set. Opening the man"s loose shirt, Perkins thrust his hand within. It might have been supposed that he was feeling for the heart action, were it not that his hand slid past the breast and around under the arm. When he drew it out, he stood for a moment with chin dropped, in consideration.
Midday heat had all but cleared the plaza. As he looked about, the helper saw no aid, until his eye fell upon the waiting cab. He fairly bounded up the stairs, calling something to the coachman.
"No," grunted that toiler, with the characteristic discourtesy of the Caracunan lower cla.s.s, and jerked his head backward toward his fare.
"I beg your pardon," said the Unspeakable Perk eagerly, in Spanish, turning to the dim recess of the victoria. "Might I--Oh, it"s you!" He seized Carroll by the arm. "I want your cab."