Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1896-07-16

ooWing and wishing him "Good morning
III spanish, entered his box, and pro-
ceeued to make some entries in his books.
ne Senior nodded in return, and then
made another cigarette and went on with
ais meditations; but, when that one was
smoked through, he rose and leaned
against the door post of the bureau, and
addressed Zarates.
And have any more guests arrived
since last night" he asked, land is the
hotel yet full?"
No more, Senior, no more as yet" the
landlord answered him. "Dios! but there
Is little business doing now"
That is not we'll! And he who loved
SO much our Spanish luncheons and din
ners, our good friend Dobson Che pro-
nounced the name Dobesoon) with the
heavy, fat face and the big beard-what
Of him?'
He is pig, foolv' Diaz said, as he
ran IN unclean finger up column Of
accounts. "He believes me not when
tell him that Of his accused Corot l know
nothing, and that l believe that no such
man is in London"
The Senior laughed gently to himself
at this answer, and then he said: 'And
be has not yet found him."
"Found him? No. or that name l
never heard before, no, never! There is
no such name!'
"For what does he say he wishes to
see this Corot? Is it that he has legacy
to give him, or has he committed a crime
for which this fat man, this heavy AL
quail, wants to arrest him"'
"Quien sabe! He says he has little
friendly question to ask him, that is all.
He says if he could see him for one mo-
ment, he would tell him all he wants to
know. And then he says he must find
him. But l do not think, now, he will
ever find him."
'Nor do l." the Senior said Then he
looked up at the clock, and seeing it was
past twelve, went to his room, saying
that it was time he prepared himself for
the day.
But when he reached that apartment,
which was small room on the second
floor, that looked out on to the back win
dows Of the street that ran parallel with
the one in which the Hotel Lepanto was
situated, it did not seem as if those pre-
parations stood in any great need Of
hurry. Throwing himself into an arm
chair that stood in the corner of the room,
again gave himself up to meditation.
"Corot," he said to himself; "Corot.
How is it that that man has ever heard
the name-what does he know about it,
why should he want to find him? l
thought that, outside of Los Torros and
Puerto Cortes that name had nevsr been
heard. Walter knew it, and Juanna
knew it, and l knew it, but of others there
was no one alive who knew it. Yet here
is this big, stupid man, in this big, stupid
city (where one may be stabbed to death
and none find the slayer), with the name
upon his lips. How has he ever heard it,
how has he ever known Of it,"
He could find no answer to these cues
tons when he asked himself, and gradu-
ally his thoughts went off into another
train
$50. after all, he continued, ''his name
was not Cundall, but Occleye, and he it
was who was this lord, this Penlyn,
though that other bears the name. And
he, who inherited all that wealth from the
old man, had no right to it, no! not so
much as Juanna-poor Juanna!-and l
had. And now he is gone, and it is with
the living that have to do. Well it shall
be done, and by my fathers blood the
reckoning shall be heavy one if this
lord does not clear himselfr'
He rose from his seat, and, going 10 a
cupboard, took from it suit Of clothes Of
good, dark material, and after brushing
them carefully, laid them out upon the
bed
From shelf in it he took out very
good silk hat, which he also brushed, and
q pair OF nearly new gloves.
Then he rang the bell, and babe the SER
want who answered it bring him suffi-
cient hot water for shaving and washing.
AS he went through his toilette, which
he did very carefully, and putting on now
linen of dazzling wilderness, with which
the most scrupulous person could have
found no fault, his thoughts still ran upon
the subject that had occupied his mind
entirely for many days.
''There is danger in it, of course" he
muttered to himself; 'but l am used to
danger; there was danger when Gonzalez
provoked me, though it was not as great
as that l stand in now. These English
are stupid. but they are crafty also, and
it may be that trap will be set for me,
perhaps ia set already. Well, after all,
I have one damning proof in my favor,
one caro- tnaC, II am iorcGu 10 play.
must save me! What have to do, shall
be done to-day. I am resolved!'
His toilette was finished now, he was
clean shaved and we'll dressed from head
TO foot. and the Senior Misual Guffanta
stood in his room very different looking
man from the one who had sat. an hour
ago. smoking cigarettes in the hotel pas
sage.
He started forth slowly, making his
way through Leicester square and down
Picadilly, and, at nearly the bottom Of the
hitter, turned off to the right and passed
through several streets.
Then, when he had arrived at house
which stood at corner, he stopped.
The big house outside which he was
standing formed the angle Of two streets,
md ran down the side one that the Senior
had now turned into.
At the back of it was garden, fairly
sl,ed with trees, that ran some distance
farther down this street. and into which
an open-work iron gate led. gate through
which any passer-by could look
II was not well-kept garden, and in it
there was some underground, and it was
= ! This underground on the farthest right
NM side. that Senior Guffanta peered
far some few moments through the iron
gate.