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"
Well
,
you
know
,
with
the
kind
of
Spic
superintendent
they
have
down
there
,
I
couldn
’
t
understand
half
of
what
he
was
talking
about
,
but
they
’
re
certainly
busy
.
"
"
Any
.
.
.
trouble
of
any
kind
?
"
"
Trouble
?
Not
at
San
Sebastián
.
It
’
s
private
property
,
the
last
piece
of
it
left
in
Mexico
,
and
that
does
seem
to
make
a
difference
.
"
"
Orren
,
"
Taggart
asked
cautiously
,
"
what
about
those
rumors
that
they
’
re
planning
to
nationalize
the
San
Sebastián
Mines
?
"
"
Slander
,
"
said
Boyle
angrily
,
"
plain
,
vicious
slander
.
I
know
it
for
certain
.
I
had
dinner
with
the
Minister
of
Culture
and
lunches
with
all
the
rest
of
the
boys
.
"
"
There
ought
to
be
a
law
against
irresponsible
gossip
,
"
said
Taggart
sullenly
.
"
Let
’
s
have
another
drink
.
"
He
waved
irritably
at
a
waiter
.
There
was
a
small
bar
in
a
dark
corner
of
the
room
,
where
an
old
,
wizened
bartender
stood
for
long
stretches
of
time
without
moving
.
When
called
upon
,
he
moved
with
contemptuous
slowness
.
His
job
was
that
of
servant
to
men
’
s
relaxation
and
pleasure
,
but
his
manner
was
that
of
an
embittered
quack
minister
ing
to
some
guilty
disease
.
The
four
men
sat
in
silence
until
the
waiter
returned
with
their
drinks
.
The
glasses
he
placed
on
the
table
were
four
spots
of
faint
blue
glitter
in
the
semi
-
darkness
,
like
four
feeble
jets
of
gas
flame
.
Taggart
reached
for
his
glass
and
smiled
suddenly
.
"
Let
’
s
drink
to
the
sacrifices
to
historical
necessity
,
"
he
said
,
looking
at
Larkin
.
