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And
the
voice
of
the
resourceful
Capataz
de
Cargadores
,
master
and
slave
of
the
San
Tome
treasure
,
who
had
been
caught
unawares
by
old
Giorgio
while
stealing
across
the
open
towards
the
ravine
to
get
some
more
silver
,
answered
careless
and
cool
,
but
sounding
startlingly
weak
from
the
ground
.
"
It
seemed
as
though
I
could
not
live
through
the
night
without
seeing
thee
once
more
--
my
star
,
my
little
flower
.
"
*
*
*
*
*
The
brilliant
tertulia
was
just
over
,
the
last
guests
had
departed
,
and
the
Senor
Administrador
had
gone
to
his
room
already
,
when
Dr.
Monygham
,
who
had
been
expected
in
the
evening
but
had
not
turned
up
,
arrived
driving
along
the
wood-block
pavement
under
the
electric-lamps
of
the
deserted
Calle
de
la
Constitucion
,
and
found
the
great
gateway
of
the
Casa
still
open
.
He
limped
in
,
stumped
up
the
stairs
,
and
found
the
fat
and
sleek
Basilio
on
the
point
of
turning
off
the
lights
in
the
sala
.
The
prosperous
majordomo
remained
open-mouthed
at
this
late
invasion
.
"
Do
n't
put
out
the
lights
,
"
commanded
the
doctor
.
"
I
want
to
see
the
senora
.
"
"
The
senora
is
in
the
Senor
Adminstrador
's
cancillaria
,
"
said
Basilio
,
in
an
unctuous
voice
.
"
The
Senor
Administrador
starts
for
the
mountain
in
an
hour
.
There
is
some
trouble
with
the
workmen
to
be
feared
,
it
appears
.
A
shameless
people
without
reason
and
decency
.
And
idle
,
senor
.
Idle
.
"
"
You
are
shamelessly
lazy
and
imbecile
yourself
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
with
that
faculty
for
exasperation
which
made
him
so
generally
beloved
.
"
Do
n't
put
the
lights
out
.
"
Basilio
retired
with
dignity
.
Dr.
Monygham
,
waiting
in
the
brilliantly
lighted
sala
,
heard
presently
a
door
close
at
the
further
end
of
the
house
.
A
jingle
of
spurs
died
out
.
The
Senor
Administrador
was
off
to
the
mountain
.
