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"
Say
,
Doc
,
"
he
said
,
solemnly
,
"
I
want
to
hear
that
story
.
You
've
got
me
interested
;
and
I
do
n't
want
to
miss
the
rest
of
it
.
I
know
it
's
a
loola
by
the
way
it
begins
;
and
I
want
to
tell
it
at
the
next
meeting
of
the
Barney
O'Flynn
Association
,
if
you
do
n't
mind
.
But
I
've
got
one
or
two
matters
to
attend
to
first
.
If
I
get
'em
attended
to
in
time
I
'll
come
right
back
and
hear
you
spiel
the
rest
before
bedtime
--
is
that
right
?
"
"
By
all
means
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
"
get
your
business
attended
to
,
and
then
return
.
I
shall
wait
up
for
you
.
You
see
,
one
of
the
most
prominent
physicians
at
the
consultation
diagnosed
the
trouble
as
a
blood
clot
;
another
said
it
was
an
abscess
,
but
I
--
"
"
Do
n't
tell
me
now
,
Doc
.
Do
n't
spoil
the
story
.
Wait
till
I
come
back
.
I
want
to
hear
it
as
it
runs
off
the
reel
--
is
that
right
?
"
The
mountains
reached
up
their
bulky
shoulders
to
receive
the
level
gallop
of
Apollo
's
homing
steeds
,
the
day
died
in
the
lagoons
and
in
the
shadowed
banana
groves
and
in
the
mangrove
swamps
,
where
the
great
blue
crabs
were
beginning
to
crawl
to
land
for
their
nightly
ramble
.
And
it
died
,
at
last
,
upon
the
highest
peaks
.
Then
the
brief
twilight
,
ephemeral
as
the
flight
of
a
moth
,
came
and
went
;
the
Southern
Cross
peeped
with
its
topmost
eye
above
a
row
of
palms
,
and
the
fire-flies
heralded
with
their
torches
the
approach
of
soft-footed
night
.
In
the
offing
the
Karlsefin
swayed
at
anchor
,
her
lights
seeming
to
penetrate
the
water
to
countless
fathoms
with
their
shimmering
,
lanceolate
reflections
.
The
Caribs
were
busy
loading
her
by
means
of
the
great
lighters
heaped
full
from
the
piles
of
fruit
ranged
upon
the
shore
.
On
the
sandy
beach
,
with
his
back
against
a
cocoanut-tree
and
the
stubs
of
many
cigars
lying
around
him
,
Smith
sat
waiting
,
never
relaxing
his
sharp
gaze
in
the
direction
of
the
steamer
.
The
incongruous
yachtsman
had
concentrated
his
interest
upon
the
innocent
fruiter
.
Twice
had
he
been
assured
that
no
passengers
had
come
to
Coralio
on
board
of
her
.
And
yet
,
with
a
persistence
not
to
be
attributed
to
an
idling
voyager
,
he
had
appealed
the
case
to
the
higher
court
of
his
own
eyesight
.
Surprisingly
like
some
gay-coated
lizard
,
he
crouched
at
the
foot
of
the
cocoanut
palm
,
and
with
the
beady
,
shifting
eyes
of
the
selfsame
reptile
,
sustained
his
espionage
on
the
Karlsefin
.
On
the
white
sands
a
whiter
gig
belonging
to
the
yacht
was
drawn
up
,
guarded
by
one
of
the
white-ducked
crew
.
Not
far
away
in
a
pulperia
on
the
shore-following
Calle
Grande
three
other
sailors
swaggered
with
their
cues
around
Coralio
's
solitary
billiard-table
.
The
boat
lay
there
as
if
under
orders
to
be
ready
for
use
at
any
moment
.
There
was
in
the
atmosphere
a
hint
of
expectation
,
of
waiting
for
something
to
occur
,
which
was
foreign
to
the
air
of
Coralio
.
Like
some
passing
bird
of
brilliant
plumage
,
Smith
alights
on
this
palmy
shore
but
to
preen
his
wings
for
an
instant
and
then
to
fly
away
upon
silent
pinions
.
When
morning
dawned
there
was
no
Smith
,
no
waiting
gig
,
no
yacht
in
the
offing
.
Smith
left
no
intimation
of
his
mission
there
,
no
footprints
to
show
where
he
had
followed
the
trail
of
his
mystery
on
the
sands
of
Coralio
that
night
.
He
came
;
he
spake
his
strange
jargon
of
the
asphalt
and
the
cafés
;
he
sat
under
the
cocoanut-tree
,
and
vanished
.
The
next
morning
Coralio
,
Smithless
,
ate
its
fried
plantain
and
said
:
"
The
man
of
pictured
clothing
went
himself
away
.
"
With
the
siesta
the
incident
passed
,
yawning
,
into
history
.
