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"
That
's
the
Karlsefin
,
"
said
the
consul
.
"
She
's
a
tramp
fruiter
--
made
her
last
trip
to
New
York
,
I
believe
.
No
;
she
brought
no
passengers
.
I
saw
her
boat
come
ashore
,
and
there
was
no
one
.
About
the
only
exciting
recreation
we
have
here
is
watching
steamers
when
they
arrive
;
and
a
passenger
on
one
of
them
generally
causes
the
whole
town
to
turn
out
.
If
you
are
going
to
remain
in
Coralio
a
while
,
Mr.
Smith
,
I
'll
be
glad
to
take
you
around
to
meet
some
people
.
There
are
four
or
five
American
chaps
that
are
good
to
know
,
besides
the
native
high-fliers
.
"
"
Thanks
,
"
said
the
yachtsman
,
"
but
I
would
n't
put
you
to
the
trouble
.
I
'd
like
to
meet
the
guys
you
speak
of
,
but
I
wo
n't
be
here
long
enough
to
do
much
knocking
around
.
That
cool
gent
on
the
beach
spoke
of
a
doctor
;
can
you
tell
me
where
I
could
find
him
?
The
Rambler
ai
n't
quite
as
steady
on
her
feet
as
a
Broadway
hotel
;
and
a
fellow
gets
a
touch
of
seasickness
now
and
then
.
Thought
I
'd
strike
the
croaker
for
a
handful
of
the
little
sugar
pills
,
in
case
I
need
'em
.
"
"
You
will
be
apt
to
find
Dr.
Gregg
at
the
hotel
,
"
said
the
consul
.
"
You
can
see
it
from
the
door
--
it
's
that
two-story
building
with
the
balcony
,
where
the
orange-trees
are
.
"
The
Hotel
de
los
Estranjeros
was
a
dreary
hostelry
,
in
great
disuse
both
by
strangers
and
friends
.
It
stood
at
a
corner
of
the
Street
of
the
Holy
Sepulchre
.
A
grove
of
small
orange-trees
crowded
against
one
side
of
it
,
enclosed
by
a
low
,
rock
wall
over
which
a
tall
man
might
easily
step
.
The
house
was
of
plastered
adobe
,
stained
a
hundred
shades
of
colour
by
the
salt
breeze
and
the
sun
.
Upon
its
upper
balcony
opened
a
central
door
and
two
windows
containing
broad
jalousies
instead
of
sashes
.
The
lower
floor
communicated
by
two
doorways
with
the
narrow
,
rock-paved
sidewalk
.
The
pulperia
--
or
drinking
shop
--
of
the
proprietress
,
Madama
Timotea
Ortiz
,
occupied
the
ground
floor
.
On
the
bottles
of
brandy
,
anisada
,
Scotch
"
smoke
"
and
inexpensive
wines
behind
the
little
counter
the
dust
lay
thick
save
where
the
fingers
of
infrequent
customers
had
left
irregular
prints
.
The
upper
story
contained
four
or
five
guest-rooms
which
were
rarely
put
to
their
destined
use
.
Sometimes
a
fruit-grower
,
riding
in
from
his
plantation
to
confer
with
his
agent
,
would
pass
a
melancholy
night
in
the
dismal
upper
story
;
sometimes
a
minor
native
official
on
some
trifling
government
quest
would
have
his
pomp
and
majesty
awed
by
Madama
's
sepulchral
hospitality
.
But
Madama
sat
behind
her
bar
content
,
not
desiring
to
quarrel
with
Fate
.
If
anyone
required
meat
,
drink
or
lodging
at
the
Hotel
de
los
Estranjeros
they
had
but
to
come
,
and
be
served
.
Está
bueno
.
If
they
came
not
,
why
,
then
,
they
came
not
.
Está
bueno
.
As
the
exceptional
yachtsman
was
making
his
way
down
the
precarious
sidewalk
of
the
Street
of
the
Holy
Sepulchre
,
the
solitary
permanent
guest
of
that
decaying
hotel
sat
at
its
door
,
enjoying
the
breeze
from
the
sea
.
Dr.
Gregg
,
the
quarantine
physician
,
was
a
man
of
fifty
or
sixty
,
with
a
florid
face
and
the
longest
beard
between
Topeka
and
Terra
del
Fuego
.
He
held
his
position
by
virtue
of
an
appointment
by
the
Board
of
Health
of
a
seaport
city
in
one
of
the
Southern
states
.
That
city
feared
the
ancient
enemy
of
every
Southern
seaport
--
the
yellow
fever
--
and
it
was
the
duty
of
Dr.
Gregg
to
examine
crew
and
passengers
of
every
vessel
leaving
Coralio
for
preliminary
symptoms
.
The
duties
were
light
,
and
the
salary
,
for
one
who
lived
in
Coralio
,
ample
.
Surplus
time
there
was
in
plenty
;
and
the
good
doctor
added
to
his
gains
by
a
large
private
practice
among
the
residents
of
the
coast
.
The
fact
that
he
did
not
know
ten
words
of
Spanish
was
no
obstacle
;
a
pulse
could
be
felt
and
a
fee
collected
without
one
being
a
linguist
.
Add
to
the
description
the
facts
that
the
doctor
had
a
story
to
tell
concerning
the
operation
of
trepanning
which
no
listener
had
ever
allowed
him
to
conclude
,
and
that
he
believed
in
brandy
as
a
prophylactic
;
and
the
special
points
of
interest
possessed
by
Dr.
Gregg
will
have
become
exhausted
.
The
doctor
had
dragged
a
chair
to
the
sidewalk
.
He
was
coatless
,
and
he
leaned
back
against
the
wall
and
smoked
,
while
he
stroked
his
beard
.
Surprise
came
into
his
pale
blue
eyes
when
he
caught
sight
of
Smith
in
his
unusual
and
prismatic
clothes
.
