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“
Oh
,
yes
.
It
was
a
present
from
my
son
.
He
was
in
the
Air
Force
during
the
War
.
He
gave
his
age
as
older
than
it
was
.
”
There
was
a
touch
of
the
proud
mother
in
her
voice
.
“
This
was
made
from
a
streamline
aeroplane
wire
,
and
was
given
to
me
by
my
son
as
a
souvenir
of
the
War
.
”
“
I
see
,
madame
.
That
brings
us
to
another
matter
.
Your
son
,
where
is
he
now
?
It
is
necessary
that
he
should
be
telegraphed
to
without
delay
.
”
“
Jack
?
He
is
on
his
way
to
Buenos
Ayres
.
”
“
What
?
”
“
Yes
.
My
husband
telegraphed
to
him
yesterday
.
He
had
sent
him
on
business
to
Paris
,
but
yesterday
he
discovered
that
it
would
be
necessary
for
him
to
proceed
without
delay
to
South
America
.
There
was
a
boat
leaving
Cherbourg
for
Buenos
Ayres
last
night
,
and
he
wired
him
to
catch
it
.
”
“
Have
you
any
knowledge
of
what
the
business
in
Buenos
Ayres
was
?
”
“
No
,
monsieur
,
I
know
nothing
of
its
nature
,
but
Buenos
Ayres
is
not
my
son
’
s
final
destination
.
He
was
going
overland
from
there
to
Santiago
.
”
And
,
in
unison
,
the
magistrate
and
the
commissary
exclaimed
:
“
Santiago
!
Again
Santiago
!
”
