outward appearance of a social function. He will apply the torture over my own wine and provender.”
“Has he found anyone who saw the valise of money?”
“Not a soul. Even Madama Ortiz, whose eyes are so sharp for the sight of a revenue official, does not remember that there was any baggage.”
Mrs. Goodwin laid down her brush and sighed.
“I am so sorry, Frank,” she said, “that they are giving you so much trouble about the money. But we can’t let them know about it, can we?”
“Not without doing our intelligence a great injustice,” said Goodwin, with a smile and a shrug that he had picked up from the natives. “Americano, though I am, they would have me in the calaboza in half an hour if they knew we had appropriated that valise. No; we must appear as ignorant about the money as the other ignoramuses in Coralio.”
“Do you think that this man they have sent suspects you?” she asked, with a little pucker of her brows.
“He’d better not,” said the American, carelessly. “It’s lucky that no one caught a sight of the valise ex-
