"
"But I shall need to have those garments made by a tailor, and
that will require time. They will be made precisely to resemble
yours, then nobody can tell h'us apart."
"That's considered genuine flattery, I believe."
"Would you do me a favor, Master h'Auntony?"
"Surest thing you know."
"I shall be waiting in the street to-night. Could you h'arrange to
h'ahsk those fatal questions h'adjoining the window so that I
might h'overhear?"
"NO! And I don't want you prowling around outside, either. You're
not to follow me, understand! I have enough on my mind as it is."
The residence of Senor Garavel is considered one of the show
places of Panama. It is of Spanish architecture, built of brick
and stucco, and embellished with highly ornamental iron balconies.
It stands upon a corner overlooking one of the several public
squares, guarded from the street by a breast-high stone wall
crowned with a stout iron fence. Diagonally opposite and running
the full length of the block is a huge weather-stained cathedral,
the front of which is decorated with holy figures, each standing
by itself in a separate niche. In the open church tower are great
chimes which flood the city with melody, and in the corner
fronting upon the intersecting street is a tiny shrine with an
image of the Madonna smiling downward.
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