He was consumed with the thought of Chiquita. He hoped
that his new work would allow him more control of his time, and
perhaps put him in the way of learning her name. He could move in
better society now. Meanwhile he laid other plans. He took Allan
into his confidence, and told him frankly that he was in love with
a woman he did not know.
Of course his faithful follower was delighted, and made
extravagant promises of aid.
"Now that the dry season has come," said Kirk, "people must be
living at the Savannas, and I want you to haunt the region round
that swimming-pool until you discover who she is. You must be my
detective."
"Oh, boss, I would--"
"Don't tell me you'd die and kill yourself for me. I want you to
live and find this girl for me. I'll take you out to-day, after
office hours, and show you the place; then you'll have to do the
rest. You talk Spanish, you know. But, above all, don't tip off."
"Tip h'off? What shall I be climbing, sar?"
"I mean you mustn't tell a soul."
"Never fear, boss. H'Allan will discover your female."
"And don't call her a 'female,' it sounds indecent. Remember, she
has a Bajan with her, six feet tall, named Stephanie. Who knows?
Maybe you can win Stephanie for yourself.
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