"
"Ah, perhaps! One cannot always tell!" Ramon shrugged and smiled.
"What do you mean?" cried Garavel. "This quarrel you speak of?
Continue, Ramon, I am consumed with eagerness."
"Upon leaving the Tivoli last night, Senor Cortlan' dined with six
of his friends at the Central. There was drinking. The waiters
have been questioned; also, one of the men who was present has
recounted to me what occurred. It seems that for a long time Senor
Cortlan' has been jealous of his wife."
"Impossible! Jealous? My dear Ramon, an admirable lady."
"I--I shall leave you, perhaps?" questioned Gertrudis, modestly,
as she rose, but Ramon exclaimed:
"No, no! By all means remain. I have remarkable things to
disclose, amazing news that will interest you. There was a serious
altercation, and Senor Cortlan' openly accused his enemy before
all the others. It was most dramatic, it was terrible! There was a
scene of violence, the other man made threats."
Garavel breathed an incredulous exclamation.
"Ah, but wait! It was Senor Cortlan's best friend, too, the man
for whom he had accomplished many favors whom he accused." He
noted with mingled anger and satisfaction the pallor that was
creeping into the girl's cheeks. "You would never guess.
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