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There
was
a
law
that
no
civilian
might
come
so
near
the
headquarters
of
that
citadel
of
war
after
nine
o'clock
,
but
Goodwin
was
always
forgetting
the
minor
statutes
.
"
Quién
vive
?
"
shrieked
the
sentinel
,
wrestling
prodigiously
with
his
lengthy
musket
.
"
Americano
,
"
growled
Goodwin
,
without
turning
his
head
,
and
passed
on
,
unhalted
.
To
the
right
he
turned
,
and
to
the
left
up
the
street
that
ultimately
reached
the
Plaza
Nacional
.
When
within
the
toss
of
a
cigar
stump
from
the
intersecting
Street
of
the
Holy
Sepulchre
,
he
stopped
suddenly
in
the
pathway
.
He
saw
the
form
of
a
tall
man
,
clothed
in
black
and
carrying
a
large
valise
,
hurry
down
the
cross-street
in
the
direction
of
the
beach
.
And
Goodwin
's
second
glance
made
him
aware
of
a
woman
at
the
man
's
elbow
on
the
farther
side
,
who
seemed
to
urge
forward
,
if
not
even
to
assist
,
her
companion
in
their
swift
but
silent
progress
.
They
were
no
Coralians
,
those
two
.
Goodwin
followed
at
increased
speed
,
but
without
any
of
the
artful
tactics
that
are
so
dear
to
the
heart
of
the
sleuth
.
The
American
was
too
broad
to
feel
the
instinct
of
the
detective
.
He
stood
as
an
agent
for
the
people
of
Anchuria
,
and
but
for
political
reasons
he
would
have
demanded
then
and
there
the
money
.
It
was
the
design
of
his
party
to
secure
the
imperilled
fund
,
to
restore
it
to
the
treasury
of
the
country
,
and
to
declare
itself
in
power
without
bloodshed
or
resistance
.
The
couple
halted
at
the
door
of
the
Hotel
de
los
Estranjeros
,
and
the
man
struck
upon
the
wood
with
the
impatience
of
one
unused
to
his
entry
being
stayed
.
Madama
was
long
in
response
;
but
after
a
time
her
light
showed
,
the
door
was
opened
,
and
the
guests
housed
.
Goodwin
stood
in
the
quiet
street
,
lighting
another
cigar
.
In
two
minutes
a
faint
gleam
began
to
show
between
the
slats
of
the
jalousies
in
the
upper
story
of
the
hotel
.
"
They
have
engaged
rooms
,
"
said
Goodwin
to
himself
.
"
So
,
then
,
their
arrangements
for
sailing
have
yet
to
be
made
.
"
At
that
moment
there
came
along
one
Estebán
Delgado
,
a
barber
,
an
enemy
to
existing
government
,
a
jovial
plotter
against
stagnation
in
any
form
.
This
barber
was
one
of
Coralio
's
saddest
dogs
,
often
remaining
out
of
doors
as
late
as
eleven
,
post
meridian
.
He
was
a
partisan
Liberal
;
and
he
greeted
Goodwin
with
flatulent
importance
as
a
brother
in
the
cause
.
But
he
had
something
important
to
tell
.
