I did
not know you still care."
"She does not care," Garavel declared, loudly.
"Ah, but I do. I love him very dearly."
The two men were upon their feet in an instant, staring at her,
the elder in amazement, the younger with rage and resentment
blazing from his countenance.
"Silence!" thundered the banker. "Yonder stands your affianced
husband."
"It is a mistake--" she persisted, gently.
"No, no, no! There is no mistake," chattered Ramon. "Those other
men have told all, and your Ant'ony is now in the Carcel under
guard. It was I who saw to his arrest." The slender figure swayed,
a tiny olive hand fluttered to her breast.
"Ramon, you must not heed her, she is upset. This is but a girl's
foolish fancy, and it will pass. The man was handsome, and he cast
a spell over her."
"Nor is that all," Ramon ran on, excitedly. "He is not at all the
man he pretended to be, even his name is false. This morning there
arrived an American officer of police to arrest him on other
charges. He is a thief, it seems, having stolen eighty thousand
dollars 'gold' from his employers. Oh, there is no mistake. Within
the hour I have been talking with this detective, and he has the
papers of proof. It will be in the newspapers, every one will know
shortly.
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