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Colonel
Falcon
bowed
again
.
"
Por
supuesto
,
no
!
"
he
cried
.
And
to
indicate
that
the
inquiry
was
ended
he
added
:
"
And
now
,
señor
,
let
me
beg
of
you
to
show
me
that
sea
view
from
your
galeria
of
which
you
spoke
.
I
am
a
lover
of
the
sea
.
"
In
the
early
evening
Goodwin
walked
back
to
the
town
with
his
guest
,
leaving
him
at
the
corner
of
the
Calle
Grande
.
As
he
was
returning
homeward
one
"
Beelzebub
"
Blythe
,
with
the
air
of
a
courtier
and
the
outward
aspect
of
a
scarecrow
,
pounced
upon
him
hopefully
from
the
door
of
a
pulperia
.
Blythe
had
been
rechristened
"
Beelzebub
"
as
an
acknowledgment
of
the
greatness
of
his
fall
.
Once
in
some
distant
Paradise
Lost
,
he
had
foregathered
with
the
angels
of
the
earth
.
But
Fate
had
hurled
him
headlong
down
to
the
tropics
,
where
flamed
in
his
bosom
a
fire
that
was
seldom
quenched
.
In
Coralio
they
called
him
a
beachcomber
;
but
he
was
,
in
reality
,
a
categorical
idealist
who
strove
to
anamorphosize
the
dull
verities
of
life
by
the
means
of
brandy
and
rum
.
As
Beelzebub
,
himself
,
might
have
held
in
his
clutch
with
unwitting
tenacity
his
harp
or
crown
during
his
tremendous
fall
,
so
his
namesake
had
clung
to
his
gold-rimmed
eyeglasses
as
the
only
souvenir
of
his
lost
estate
.
These
he
wore
with
impressiveness
and
distinction
while
he
combed
beaches
and
extracted
toll
from
his
friends
.
By
some
mysterious
means
he
kept
his
drink-reddened
face
always
smoothly
shaven
.
For
the
rest
he
sponged
gracefully
upon
whomsoever
he
could
for
enough
to
keep
him
pretty
drunk
,
and
sheltered
from
the
rains
and
night
dews
.
"
Hallo
,
Goodwin
!
"
called
the
derelict
,
airily
.
"
I
was
hoping
I
'd
strike
you
.
I
wanted
to
see
you
particularly
.
Suppose
we
go
where
we
can
talk
.
Of
course
you
know
there
's
a
chap
down
here
looking
up
the
money
old
Miraflores
lost
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Goodwin
,
"
I
've
been
talking
with
him
.
Let
's
go
into
Espada
's
place
.
I
can
spare
you
ten
minutes
.
"
They
went
into
the
pulperia
and
sat
at
a
little
table
upon
stools
with
rawhide
tops
.
"
Have
a
drink
?
"
said
Goodwin
.
"
They
ca
n't
bring
it
too
quickly
,
"
said
Blythe
.
"
I
've
been
in
a
drought
ever
since
morning
.
Hi
--
muchacho
!
--
el
aguardiente
por
acá
.
"
