"Oh, poor dad! Forgive me! But I was overhearing some news of an--an acquaintance."
"Do you know any of the gentlemen upon whose conversation you are eavesdropping?"
In financial circles, Mr. Brewster was credited with the possession of a cold blue eye and a denatured voice of interrogation, but he seldom succeeded in keeping a twinkle out of the one and a chuckle out of the other when conversing with his daughter.
"Not yet," observed that damsel calmly.
"Meaning, I suppose I am to understand--"
"Precisely. Haven"t you noticed them looking this way? Presently they"ll be employing all their strategy to meet me. They"ll employ it on you."
Mr. Brewster surveyed the group dubiously.
"In a country such as this, one can"t be too--too cau--"
"Too particular, as you were saying," cut in his daughter cheerfully.
"Men are scarce--except Fitzhugh, who is rather less scarce than I wish he were lately. You know," she added, with a covert glance at the adjoining table, "I wouldn"t be surprised if you found yourself an extremely popular papa immediately after dinner. It might even go so far as cigars. Do you suppose that lovely young Caracunan is a bullfighter?"
"No; I believe he"s a coffee exporter. Less romantic, but more respectable. Quite one of the gilded youth of Caracuna. His name is Raimonda. Fitzhugh knows him. By the way, where on earth is Fitzhugh?"
"Trying to fit a kind and gentlemanly expression over a swollen sense of injury, for a guess," replied the girl carelessly. "I left him in sweet and lone communion with nature three hours ago."
"Polly, I wish--"
"Oh, dad, dear, don"t! You"ll get your wish, I suppose, and Fitz, too.
Only I don"t want to be hurried. Here he is, now. Look at that smile!
A sculptor couldn"t have done any better. Now, as soon as he comes, I"m going to be quite nice and kind."
But Mr. Fairfax Preston Fitzhugh Carroll did not come direct to the Brewster table. Instead, he stopped to greet the elderly man in the near-by group, and presently drew up a chair. At first, their conversation was low-toned, but presently the young native added his more vivacious accents.
"Who can tell?" the Brewsters heard him say, and marked the fatalistic gesture of the upturned hands. "They disappear. One does not ask questions too much."
"Not here," confirmed the big man. "Always room for a few more in the undersea jails, eh?"
"Always. But I think it was not that with Basurdo. I think it was underground, not undersea." He brushed his neck with his finger tips.
"Is it dangerous for foreigners?" asked Carroll quickly.
"For every one," answered Sherwen; adding significantly: "But the Caracunan Government does not approve of loose fostering of rumors."
Carroll rose and came over to the Brewsters.
"May I bring Mr. Graydon Sherwen over and present him?" he asked. "I can vouch for him, having known his family at home, and--"
"Oh, bring them all, Fitzhugh," commanded the girl.
The exponent of Southern aristocracy looked uncomfortable.
"As to the others," he said, "Mr. Raimonda is a native--"
"With the manners of a prince. I"ve quite fallen in love with him already," she said wickedly.
"Of course, if you wish it. But the other American is an ex-professional baseball player, named Cluff."
"What? "Clipper" Cluff? I knew I"d seen him before!" cried Miss Polly.
"He got his start in the New York State League. Why, we"re quite old friends, by sight."
"As for Galpy, he"s an underbred little c.o.c.kney bounder."
"With the most naive line of conversation I"ve ever listened to. I want all of them."
"Let me bring Sherwen first," pleaded the suitor, and was presently introducing that gentleman. "Mr. Sherwen is in charge here of the American Legation," he explained.
"How does one salute a real live minister?" queried Miss Brewster.
"Don"t mistake me for anything so important," said Sherwen. "We"re not keeping a minister in stock at present. My job is being a superior kind of janitor until diplomatic relations are resumed."
"Goodness! It sounds like war," said Miss Brewster hopefully. "Is there anything as exciting as that going on?"
"Oh, no. Just a temporary cessation of civilities between the two nations. If it weren"t indiscreet--"
"Oh, do be indiscreet!" implored the girl, with clasped hands. "I admire indiscretion in others, and cultivate it in myself."
Mr. Carroll looked pained, as the other laughed and said:--
"Well, it would certainly be most undiplomatic for me to hint that the great and friendly nation of Hochwald, which wields more influence and has a larger market here than any other European power, has become a little jealous of the growing American trade. But the fact remains that the Hochwald minister and his secretary, Von Plaanden, who is a very able citizen when sober,--and is, of course, almost always sober,--have not exerted themselves painfully to compose the little misunderstanding between President Fortuno and us. The Dutch diplomats, who are not as diplomatic in speech as I am, would tell you, if there were any of them left here to tell anything, that Von Plaanden"s intrigues brought on the present break with them. So there you have a brief, but reliable "History of Our Times in the Island Republic of Caracuna.""
"Highly informative and improving to the untutored mind," Miss Brewster complimented him. "I like seeing the wires of empire pulled. More, please."
"Perhaps you won"t like the next so well," observed Carroll grimly.
"There is bubonic plague here."
"Oh--ah!" protested Sherwen gently. "The suspicion of plague. Quite a different matter."
"Which usually turns out to be the same, doesn"t it?" inquired Mr.
Brewster.
"Perhaps. People disappear, and one is not encouraged to ask about them.
But then people disappear for many causes in Caracuna. Politics here are somewhat--well--Philadelphian in method. But--there is smoke rising from behind Capo Blanco."
"What is there?" inquired the girl.
"The lazaretto. Still, it might be yellow fever, or only smallpox. The Government is not generous with information. To have plague discovered now would be very disturbing to the worthy plans of the Hochwald Legation. For trade purposes, they would very much dislike to have the port closed for a considerable time by quarantine. The Dutch difficulty they can arrange when they will. But quarantine would bring in the United States, and that is quite another matter. Well, we"ll see, when Dr. Pruyn gets here."
"Who is he?" asked Carroll.
"Special-duty man of the United States Public Health Service. The best man on tropical diseases and quarantine that the service has ever had."