He told me to find you and present
his recital."
"Here, take this money and go back to Colon by the first train. We
may need you. Now go! I'll be there ahead of you."
She picked up her white skirts and ran up the hotel stairs as if
pursued, bursting in upon her husband so impetuously that he rose
in surprise, inquiring:
"What is it?"
"Young Anthony is in jail in Colon," she panted. "He's been locked
up for three days, and they won't let him out."
"The devil! You said he'd gone back to New York. What is it
about?"
"I thought he had. They arrested him for some silly thing, and
he's hurt." She hurriedly recounted Allan's story, adding, in
conclusion, "That black boy came all the way across the Isthmus to
tell us!"
"I'll get the American consul by 'phone--"
But Mrs. Cortlandt interrupted. "Weeks is a fool! He wouldn't do
anything. Wait!" She stepped to the instrument and rang violently.
"Give me Colonel Jolson's office, quickly. If he is not there,
find him. I don't care where he is, find him; it is important.
This is Mrs. Cortlandt speaking.'
"What do you mean to do?" said Cortlandt.
"Go to Colon at once. This is young Alfarez's doing--the whipper-
snapper--you must lay him out for this. How dare he!"
"Better go carefully.
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