You
understand perfectly--there's no use of my explaining. Let me call
on him this afternoon. He will instruct his son."
"No! He would procrastinate, as usual. There would be the
customary delays and excuses, and meanwhile Anthony would be in
jail at Colon. They would have a defence all prepared. Besides, if
it's to be a fight we must have all the weapons possible--and this
affair may prove a good one. Anyhow, you mustn't ask a favor of
him at this time; he must ask, not you."
The telephone rang, and the speaker snatched the receiver from its
hook.
"Hello! Colonel Jolson, I'm very glad I caught you. This is Mrs.
Cortlandt. Colonel Jolson, young Ramon Alfarez has arrested Kirk
Anthony, of whom I spoke to you. They have maltreated him, as
usual, and have hidden him for three days. Yes, yes! I discovered
it quite by accident while Mr. Cortlandt was down-town. Oh, this
is serious, and I'm furious. ... That will do no good; I have
reasons for preferring to handle it myself. ... Thank you for the
compliment. We must go to Colon at once, and I thought you might
give us a special." There was a slight pause, then: "Good! That
will do quite as well. In fifteen minutes. Thank you. Good-bye."
Turning to her husband, she explained, swiftly: "The Colonel's
automobile will be waiting at the station in fifteen minutes.
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