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"
I
am
not
responsible
for
the
great
Capataz
,
"
muttered
the
doctor
,
moving
off
.
Directing
his
course
upstairs
towards
the
door
of
Charles
Gould
's
room
,
the
doctor
at
the
last
moment
hesitated
;
then
,
turning
away
from
the
handle
with
a
shrug
of
his
uneven
shoulders
,
slunk
off
hastily
along
the
corredor
in
search
of
Mrs.
Gould
's
camerista
.
Leonardo
told
him
that
the
senora
had
not
risen
yet
.
The
senora
had
given
into
her
charge
the
girls
belonging
to
that
Italian
posadero
.
She
,
Leonarda
,
had
put
them
to
bed
in
her
own
room
.
The
fair
girl
had
cried
herself
to
sleep
,
but
the
dark
one
--
the
bigger
--
had
not
closed
her
eyes
yet
.
She
sat
up
in
bed
clutching
the
sheets
right
up
under
her
chin
and
staring
before
her
like
a
little
witch
.
Leonarda
did
not
approve
of
the
Viola
children
being
admitted
to
the
house
.
She
made
this
feeling
clear
by
the
indifferent
tone
in
which
she
inquired
whether
their
mother
was
dead
yet
.
As
to
the
senora
,
she
must
be
asleep
.
Ever
since
she
had
gone
into
her
room
after
seeing
the
departure
of
Dona
Antonia
with
her
dying
father
,
there
had
been
no
sound
behind
her
door
.
The
doctor
,
rousing
himself
out
of
profound
reflection
,
told
her
abruptly
to
call
her
mistress
at
once
.
He
hobbled
off
to
wait
for
Mrs.
Gould
in
the
sala
.
He
was
very
tired
,
but
too
excited
to
sit
down
.
In
this
great
drawing-room
,
now
empty
,
in
which
his
withered
soul
had
been
refreshed
after
many
arid
years
and
his
outcast
spirit
had
accepted
silently
the
toleration
of
many
side-glances
,
he
wandered
haphazard
amongst
the
chairs
and
tables
till
Mrs.
Gould
,
enveloped
in
a
morning
wrapper
,
came
in
rapidly
.
"
You
know
that
I
never
approved
of
the
silver
being
sent
away
,
"
the
doctor
began
at
once
,
as
a
preliminary
to
the
narrative
of
his
night
's
adventures
in
association
with
Captain
Mitchell
,
the
engineer-in-chief
,
and
old
Viola
,
at
Sotillo
's
headquarters
.
To
the
doctor
,
with
his
special
conception
of
this
political
crisis
,
the
removal
of
the
silver
had
seemed
an
irrational
and
ill-omened
measure
.
It
was
as
if
a
general
were
sending
the
best
part
of
his
troops
away
on
the
eve
of
battle
upon
some
recondite
pretext
.
The
whole
lot
of
ingots
might
have
been
concealed
somewhere
where
they
could
have
been
got
at
for
the
purpose
of
staving
off
the
dangers
which
were
menacing
the
security
of
the
Gould
Concession
.
The
Administrador
had
acted
as
if
the
immense
and
powerful
prosperity
of
the
mine
had
been
founded
on
methods
of
probity
,
on
the
sense
of
usefulness
.
And
it
was
nothing
of
the
kind
.
The
method
followed
had
been
the
only
one
possible
.
The
Gould
Concession
had
ransomed
its
way
through
all
those
years
.
It
was
a
nauseous
process
.
He
quite
understood
that
Charles
Gould
had
got
sick
of
it
and
had
left
the
old
path
to
back
up
that
hopeless
attempt
at
reform
.
The
doctor
did
not
believe
in
the
reform
of
Costaguana
.
And
now
the
mine
was
back
again
in
its
old
path
,
with
the
disadvantage
that
henceforth
it
had
to
deal
not
only
with
the
greed
provoked
by
its
wealth
,
but
with
the
resentment
awakened
by
the
attempt
to
free
itself
from
its
bondage
to
moral
corruption
.
That
was
the
penalty
of
failure
.
What
made
him
uneasy
was
that
Charles
Gould
seemed
to
him
to
have
weakened
at
the
decisive
moment
when
a
frank
return
to
the
old
methods
was
the
only
chance
.
Listening
to
Decoud
's
wild
scheme
had
been
a
weakness
.
The
doctor
flung
up
his
arms
,
exclaiming
,
"
Decoud
!
Decoud
!
"
He
hobbled
about
the
room
with
slight
,
angry
laughs
.
Many
years
ago
both
his
ankles
had
been
seriously
damaged
in
the
course
of
a
certain
investigation
conducted
in
the
castle
of
Sta
.
Marta
by
a
commission
composed
of
military
men
.
Their
nomination
had
been
signified
to
them
unexpectedly
at
the
dead
of
night
,
with
scowling
brow
,
flashing
eyes
,
and
in
a
tempestuous
voice
,
by
Guzman
Bento
.
The
old
tyrant
,
maddened
by
one
of
his
sudden
accesses
of
suspicion
,
mingled
spluttering
appeals
to
their
fidelity
with
imprecations
and
horrible
menaces
.
The
cells
and
casements
of
the
castle
on
the
hill
had
been
already
filled
with
prisoners
.
The
commission
was
charged
now
with
the
task
of
discovering
the
iniquitous
conspiracy
against
the
Citizen-Saviour
of
his
country
.
Their
dread
of
the
raving
tyrant
translated
itself
into
a
hasty
ferocity
of
procedure
.
The
Citizen-Saviour
was
not
accustomed
to
wait
.
A
conspiracy
had
to
be
discovered
.
The
courtyards
of
the
castle
resounded
with
the
clanking
of
leg-irons
,
sounds
of
blows
,
yells
of
pain
;
and
the
commission
of
high
officers
laboured
feverishly
,
concealing
their
distress
and
apprehensions
from
each
other
,
and
especially
from
their
secretary
,
Father
Beron
,
an
army
chaplain
,
at
that
time
very
much
in
the
confidence
of
the
Citizen-Saviour
.
That
priest
was
a
big
round-shouldered
man
,
with
an
unclean-looking
,
overgrown
tonsure
on
the
top
of
his
flat
head
,
of
a
dingy
,
yellow
complexion
,
softly
fat
,
with
greasy
stains
all
down
the
front
of
his
lieutenant
's
uniform
,
and
a
small
cross
embroidered
in
white
cotton
on
his
left
breast
.
He
had
a
heavy
nose
and
a
pendant
lip
.
Dr.
Monygham
remembered
him
still
.
He
remembered
him
against
all
the
force
of
his
will
striving
its
utmost
to
forget
.
Father
Beron
had
been
adjoined
to
the
commission
by
Guzman
Bento
expressly
for
the
purpose
that
his
enlightened
zeal
should
assist
them
in
their
labours
.
Dr.
