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A Coat Of Red Lead
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This partial victory was made complete when his ivory-tinted Excellency loosened his waistcoat, dived into his inside pocket and, producing a package of letters tied with a string, the envelopes emblazoned with the arms and seal of the Republic of Moccador, asked if we might be alone. I immediately answered, both in Spanish and English, that I had no secrets from Senor Mawkum, but this did not prove satisfactory and so Mawkum, with a wink to me, withdrew.
Mawkum gone, the little man–it is inconceivable how small and withered he was; how yellow, how spidery in many of his motions, especially with his fingers stained with cigarettes, how punctilious, how polite, how soft and insinuating his voice, and how treacherous his smile–a smile that smiled all alone by itself, while the cunning, glittering eyes recorded an entirely different brain suggestion–Mawkum gone, I say, the little man examined the door to see that it was tight shut, glanced furtively about the room, resumed his seat, slowly opened the largest and most flaringly decorated envelope and produced a document signed with a name and titles that covered half the page. Then he began to talk at the rate of fifty words to the second; like the rattle of a ticker in a panic: of Alvarez, the saviour of his country–his friend!–his partner; of the future of Moccador under his wise and beneficent influence, the Lighthouse being one of the first improvements; of its being given to him to erect because of his loyalty to the cause, and to the part he had taken in overturning that despot, the Tyrant Paramba, who had ruled the republic with a rod of iron. Now it was all over–Paramba was living in the swamps, hunted like a dog. When he was caught–and they expected it every day–he would be brought to the capital, San Juan, in chains–yes, Senor, in chains–and put to work on the roads, so that everybody could spit upon him–traitor! Beast, that he was! And there would be other lighthouses–the whole coast was to be as light as day. Senor Law-TON had said he could speak with perfect confidence–he was doing so, trusting to the honor of the Grandiose–the most distinguished–etc., etc. And now–this in a summing-up voice with a slower movement, about twenty words to the second–would the Grandioso go in as a partner in these ventures? The income he could assure me would be so fixed that the light dues alone would pay for the structure in two years–think of it, Senor, in two years–perhaps less!–and forever after we could both sit down and receive a small fortune, I by the Tampico in drafts signed by his Excellency, and he in his own hacienda surrounded by the patriots who honored him and the wife and children he adored.
At mention of the partnership a vague, cloudy expression crossed my face; my companion caught it, and continued:
Or (again the voice slowed down) I would be paid for the structure on its erection by me on the reef.
Again my eyes wandered, and again he took the cue:
Or–if that was not satisfactory–he would be willing to pay for the ironwork alone as soon as it arrived in the harbor of San Juan.
My Spanish is more like an old uniform that is rubbed up for a parade and then put away in camphor. Much of his talk was therefore lost on me; but the last sentences were as clear as if they had dropped from the lips of my old teacher, Senor Morales.
Half-rising from my chair, I placed my hand over my shirt-front and thanked his Excellency for his confidence–really one of the greatest compliments that had ever been paid me in all my professional career. To be at once the partner of two such distinguished caballeros as General Alvarez, the saviour of his country, and my distinguished guest, was an honor that few men could resist, but–BUT–here I picked up a lead pencil and a pad–BUT–the only way I could permit myself to rob him of his just desserts would be–here I traced a few lines on the pad–would be–my voice now became impressive–to receive one-third when it was erected in the yard in Brooklyn, and the balance on delivery of the bills of lading to his agent; payments to be made by his distinguished Excellency’s bankers in New York.