But I have it in me to be generous."
"I'm sorry," he said. "You have suffered, I know. Don't trouble
any more about me--please."
She stared at him defiantly, although her whole frame was shaking
as if from an ague.
"Oh, I'd rather face the gallows as you face it than what is
before me, and I'm not sure I could help you, after all. You are
in Latin America now, remember, and your enemies are strong."
"I am Darwin K. Anthony's son," he protested. "He won't allow it."
"Bah! He is an American, and these are Spanish people. You have
seen how they like us, and you have seen what Alfarez can do. He's
rich, and he'll perjure more witnesses, he'll manipulate the court
with his money. Yes, and I'd rather he succeeded than see you--No,
no! What am I saying? L-let me go; let me get away from here!" She
broke down, and went sobbing out into the corridor. The iron door
clanged to behind her.
On the same afternoon, Mr. Clifford, accompanied by Anson, the
lawyer, took the 3.20 train for Colon. As soon as he arrived, he
called up Colonel Jolson, to request that the Commissioner's
motor-car should, without fail, await him at ten o'clock sharp on
the next morning, with an open track ahead of it. Strangely
enough, the Colonel agreed very readily.
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