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At
this
,
Captain
Mitchell
scrambled
up
to
his
feet
in
the
excess
of
his
excitement
.
The
doctor
,
without
giving
him
time
to
exclaim
,
stated
briefly
the
part
played
by
Hirsch
during
the
night
.
Captain
Mitchell
was
overcome
.
"
Drowned
!
"
he
muttered
,
in
a
bewildered
and
appalled
whisper
"
Drowned
!
"
Afterwards
he
kept
still
,
apparently
listening
,
but
too
absorbed
in
the
news
of
the
catastrophe
to
follow
the
doctor
's
narrative
with
attention
.
The
doctor
had
taken
up
an
attitude
of
perfect
ignorance
,
till
at
last
Sotillo
was
induced
to
have
Hirsch
brought
in
to
repeat
the
whole
story
,
which
was
got
out
of
him
again
with
the
greatest
difficulty
,
because
every
moment
he
would
break
out
into
lamentations
.
At
last
,
Hirsch
was
led
away
,
looking
more
dead
than
alive
,
and
shut
up
in
one
of
the
upstairs
rooms
to
be
close
at
hand
.
Then
the
doctor
,
keeping
up
his
character
of
a
man
not
admitted
to
the
inner
councils
of
the
San
Tome
Administration
,
remarked
that
the
story
sounded
incredible
.
Of
course
,
he
said
,
he
could
n't
tell
what
had
been
the
action
of
the
Europeans
,
as
he
had
been
exclusively
occupied
with
his
own
work
in
looking
after
the
wounded
,
and
also
in
attending
Don
Jose
Avellanos
.
He
had
succeeded
in
assuming
so
well
a
tone
of
impartial
indifference
,
that
Sotillo
seemed
to
be
completely
deceived
.
Till
then
a
show
of
regular
inquiry
had
been
kept
up
;
one
of
the
officers
sitting
at
the
table
wrote
down
the
questions
and
the
answers
,
the
others
,
lounging
about
the
room
,
listened
attentively
,
puffing
at
their
long
cigars
and
keeping
their
eyes
on
the
doctor
.
But
at
that
point
Sotillo
ordered
everybody
out
.
DIRECTLY
they
were
alone
,
the
colonel
's
severe
official
manner
changed
.
He
rose
and
approached
the
doctor
.
His
eyes
shone
with
rapacity
and
hope
;
he
became
confidential
.
"
The
silver
might
have
been
indeed
put
on
board
the
lighter
,
but
it
was
not
conceivable
that
it
should
have
been
taken
out
to
sea
.
"
The
doctor
,
watching
every
word
,
nodded
slightly
,
smoking
with
apparent
relish
the
cigar
which
Sotillo
had
offered
him
as
a
sign
of
his
friendly
intentions
.
The
doctor
's
manner
of
cold
detachment
from
the
rest
of
the
Europeans
led
Sotillo
on
,
till
,
from
conjecture
to
conjecture
,
he
arrived
at
hinting
that
in
his
opinion
this
was
a
putup
job
on
the
part
of
Charles
Gould
,
in
order
to
get
hold
of
that
immense
treasure
all
to
himself
.
The
doctor
,
observant
and
self-possessed
,
muttered
,
"
He
is
very
capable
of
that
.
"
Here
Captain
Mitchell
exclaimed
with
amazement
,
amusement
,
and
indignation
,
"
You
said
that
of
Charles
Gould
!
"
Disgust
,
and
even
some
suspicion
,
crept
into
his
tone
,
for
to
him
,
too
,
as
to
other
Europeans
,
there
appeared
to
be
something
dubious
about
the
doctor
's
personality
.
"
What
on
earth
made
you
say
that
to
this
watch-stealing
scoundrel
?
"
he
asked
.
"
What
's
the
object
of
an
infernal
lie
of
that
sort
?
That
confounded
pick-pocket
was
quite
capable
of
believing
you
.
"
He
snorted
.
For
a
time
the
doctor
remained
silent
in
the
dark
.
"
Yes
,
that
is
exactly
what
I
did
say
,
"
he
uttered
at
last
,
in
a
tone
which
would
have
made
it
clear
enough
to
a
third
party
that
the
pause
was
not
of
a
reluctant
but
of
a
reflective
character
.
Captain
Mitchell
thought
that
he
had
never
heard
anything
so
brazenly
impudent
in
his
life
.
"
Well
,
well
!
"
he
muttered
to
himself
,
but
he
had
not
the
heart
to
voice
his
thoughts
.
They
were
swept
away
by
others
full
of
astonishment
and
regret
.
A
heavy
sense
of
discomfiture
crushed
him
:
the
loss
of
the
silver
,
the
death
of
Nostromo
,
which
was
really
quite
a
blow
to
his
sensibilities
,
because
he
had
become
attached
to
his
Capataz
as
people
get
attached
to
their
inferiors
from
love
of
ease
and
almost
unconscious
gratitude
.
And
when
he
thought
of
Decoud
being
drowned
,
too
,
his
sensibility
was
almost
overcome
by
this
miserable
end
.
What
a
heavy
blow
for
that
poor
young
woman
!
Captain
Mitchell
did
not
belong
to
the
species
of
crabbed
old
bachelors
;
on
the
contrary
,
he
liked
to
see
young
men
paying
attentions
to
young
women
.
It
seemed
to
him
a
natural
and
proper
thing
.
Proper
especially
.
As
to
sailors
,
it
was
different
;
it
was
not
their
place
to
marry
,
he
maintained
,
but
it
was
on
moral
grounds
as
a
matter
of
self-denial
,
for
,
he
explained
,
life
on
board
ship
is
not
fit
for
a
woman
even
at
best
,
and
if
you
leave
her
on
shore
,
first
of
all
it
is
not
fair
,
and
next
she
either
suffers
from
it
or
does
n't
care
a
bit
,
which
,
in
both
cases
,
is
bad
.
