The Veiled Lady, and Other Men and Women Part 6
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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 a.s.sure 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 partners.h.i.+p 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 s.h.i.+rt-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.
If the modification of terms in any way disappointed the gentleman from San Juan, my closest observation of his smile and glance failed to detect it. He merely quivered his shoulders--a sort of plural shrug--rolled his cigarette tighter between his thumb and forefinger, remarked that the memoranda were entirely satisfactory, and folding the paper slid it carefully into his pocket; then with a series of salaams that reminded me of a Mohammedan spreading a prayer rug, and an "A Dios, Senor," the ivory-tinted individual withdrew.
A week later Mawk.u.m, carrying a tin case addressed to his sun-dried Excellency, pa.s.sed up the gangplank of the Tampico; this he placed in that gentleman's hands. Inside its soldered top were the plans and specifications of a First Order Light, to be made of iron, to be properly packed, and to have three coats of red lead before s.h.i.+pment--together with a cross-section of foundation to be placed on the reef known as "La Garra de Lobo"--The Claw of the Wolf--outside the harbor of San Juan--all at the risk of his Supreme Excellency, Senor Tomas Correntes Garlicho, of the Republic of Moccador, South America--the price of the ironwork to hold good for three months.
On his return to the office Mawk.u.m took up his position once more at my window, waited until the Tampico, the case and his Excellency were well on their way to Sandy Hook and started in on other work. The next day the incident, like so many similar ventures--his racks were full of just such estimates--was forgotten. If any of the bread thus cast upon the waters came back, the chief would be glad, and so would the Grandioso; if not, we were both willing to cut a fresh slice to keep it company.
II
Four months pa.s.sed. The ice was out of the river; the steam heat had been turned off in the high building and the two time-worn awnings had been fixed to my windows by the obliging janitor. The Tampico had come and gone, and had come again. Its arrivals, and departures were, as usual, always commented upon by Mawk.u.m, generally in connection with "That Bunch of Dried Garlic," that being the irreverent way in which he spoke of his ivory-tinted Excellency. Otherwise the lighthouse, and all that pertained to it, had become ancient history.
One lovely spring morning--one of those warm mornings when every window and door is wide open to get the breeze from Sandy Hook and beyond--another visitor stepped into Mawk.u.m's room. He brought no letters of introduction, nor did he confine himself to his mother tongue, although his nationality was as apparent as that of his predecessor. Neither did he possess a trace of Garlicho's affability or polish. On the contrary, he conducted himself like a muleteer, and spoke with the same sort of brutal authority.
And the differences did not stop here. Garlicho was shrivelled and sun-dried. This man was round and plump--plump as a stuffed olive fished from a jar of oil, and as s.h.i.+ny; dark-skinned, with a pair of heavy eyebrows that met over a stub of a nose ending in a k.n.o.b; two keen rat eyes, a mouth hidden by a lump of a mustache black as tar, and a sagging, flabby chin which slunk into his collar. Next came a s.h.i.+rt-front soiled and crumpled, and then the rest of him in a suit of bombazine.
"You designed a lighthouse some months ago for Mr. Garlicho, of San Juan," he blurted out with hardly an accent. "I arrived this morning by the Tampico. My name is Carlos Onativia." And he laid a thin, elongated piece of cardboard on Mawk.u.m's desk.
Only the arrival of a South American fresh from the Republic of Moccador, with a spade designed to dig up a long-buried treasure could have robbed Mawk.u.m of his habitual caution of always guarding plans and estimates from outsiders--a custom which was really one of the fundamental laws of the office. The indiscretion was no doubt helped by the discovery that the owner of the spade spoke English, a fact which freed him at once of all dependence on the superior lingual attainments possessed by the Grandioso in the adjoining room.
Down came the duplicate blue-prints without a word of protest or any further inquiry, and before I could reach the inquirer's side and be properly introduced--I did not want to interfere too abruptly--Mawk.u.m had not only unrolled the elevation and cross-sections, but had handed out a memorandum showing the estimate of cost.
Onativia acknowledged my presence with a slight bob of his head, loosened the upper b.u.t.ton of his coat, fished up a pair of gla.s.ses, stuck them on the k.n.o.b end of his nose, and began devouring the plans in a way that showed both of us that it was not the first time he had looked over a set of blue-prints.
"This estimate is for the ironwork alone," the stranger said, "and is, as you see, good for three months. The time, as you will note, has expired. Do you now ask for an additional sum, or will the price stand?" All this in the tone of a Tombs lawyer cross-examining a witness.
Mawk.u.m murmured that, as there had been no advance in the cost of the raw material, the price would stand.
"Very well. And now, what, in your judgment, should be added for the cost of erection?"
"Can't say," answered Mawk.u.m; "don't know the coast or kind of labor, or the bottom of the reef--may be coral, may be hard-pan, may be sand.
Do YOU know?"
"Yes--the coast is an ugly one, except four months in the year. Site is twelve miles from San Juan, exposed to the rake of the sea; bottom coral, I understand; labor cheap and good for nothing, and appliances none--except what can be s.h.i.+pped from here." This came with the air of one who knew.
I now took charge of the negotiations:
"We have refused to erect the structure or be responsible for it after it leaves our dock. We told Senor Garlicho so."
Onativia lowered his chin, arched his eyebrows and looked at me over his gla.s.ses.
"I don't want you to erect it," he said in a purring tone with a patronizing strain through it. "I'll do that. What I want to know is what it would cost HERE? That's what I came to New York to find out."
"Has Senor Garlicho been awarded the contract?" I asked. It was useless to distribute any more bread upon the waters; certainly not on the ripples was.h.i.+ng the sh.o.r.es of Moccador. If there were any business in sight I could very easily give either one of them an approximate cost; if there were none the bakery was closed.
"No, Senor Garlicho has NOT been awarded the contract. I am here to keep the affair alive. If I had thought it necessary I would have brought a certified check with me drawn to your order, which I would have handed you with my card. The standing of your firm prevented my doing so. This is business, and I want to get back home as quick as possible. Our coast is a dangerous one and the loss of life increases every year. Do you want this matter hung up for six weeks until we can communicate with Mr. Garlicho? Every hour's delay in putting the light on the Lobo means that many more deaths." As he spoke a peculiar smile struggled from under his black dab of a mustache, got as far as the base of his nose and there collapsed.
My duty was now clear. Senor Garlicho, for some reason unknown to me, had waited until his option had expired and had then sent Onativia in his place. This wiped out the past and made a new deal necessary--one which included the price of erection on the reef, a point which had not been raised in the former negotiation.
"All right," I said, "you shall have the estimate. What you want is the cost of erecting a structure like the one here in the plans. Well, if it was to be put on our Florida coast, where I think the conditions are somewhat similar to those you describe, I would advise you to add about one hundred thousand dollars to the cost of the ironwork."
"Is that safe?" Again the smile worked itself loose.
"Yes," I replied, "if you don't lose your plant too often by bad weather. We have warnings of our coast storms and can provide against them. I don't know anything about yours--what are they like?"
"They come suddenly and without warning," he rejoined; "typhoons, generally, with the tiles rattling off the roofs and the natives hugging the cocoanut trees." With this he turned to the plans again.
"Better add another twenty thousand--I want to be safe," he said, in a tone that showed me he had at last made up his mind.
I added it, marking the sum on the memorandum which Mawk.u.m had given him.
"Now, please put that in writing over your signature. I'll call to-morrow at ten for the doc.u.ment. Good-day."
When he was well down the corridor--we waited really until we heard the down-chug of the elevator--Mawk.u.m looked at me and gave a low whistle.
"Add another twenty! What do you think is up? That Bunch of Garlic is working some funny business, or he wouldn't have sent that brigand up here."
I ruminated for a moment, walked to the window and took in the brick wall, the clerks and the clock tower. Frankly, I did not know what Garlicho was up to. It was the first time that any pa.s.senger by the Tampico, or any other steamer, from any quarter of the globe, had asked either Mawk.u.m or myself to add one penny to the cost of anything. The effort heretofore had been to cut down each item to the last cent. Was the ivory-tinted gentleman going to build the lighthouse at his own expense out of loyalty to President Alvarez, the saviour of his country, and then donate it to the Government, using our estimate to prove the extent of his generosity? Or was there a trick somewhere? I decided to sound Senor Onativia the next morning, and find out.
I had not long to wait. He arrived on the minute, bobbed to Mawk.u.m, drew a chair to my desk and squared, or rather rounded, his body in front of me.
"I will now tell you what I omitted to say yesterday," he began. "When an order comes for this lighthouse--and it will arrive by the next steamer--it will not be signed by Senor Garlicho, but by me. I have reasons for this which I cannot explain, and which are not necessary for you to know. The ironwork--all you will have to furnish--will also be s.h.i.+pped in my name. With the order will be sent a letter introducing my bankers, who will call upon you at your convenience, and who will pay the amounts in the way you desire--one-third on the signing of the contract (one of the firm will act as my agent), one-third on erection and inspection of the ironwork properly put together in the yard, and the balance on delivery to them of the bills of lading. Is that quite satisfactory?"
I bowed my head in answer.
"And have you signed your estimate showing what you consider to be a fair price for both the lighthouse itself and for the cost of its erection on the Lobo Reef?"
"Yes; there it is," and I pointed to the doc.u.ment lying on my desk.
"And now one word, please. When did you last see Mr. Lawton? He's our agent, you know, and you must have met him in connection with this matter. When Senor Garlicho arrived he brought us a letter from him."
Onativia's lips curled slightly as he recognized the hidden meaning of the inquiry, but his expression never changed.
"I have never seen him. If I had I should not have wasted my time in getting a letter from him or from anybody else. As to Senor Garlicho, his time has expired; he has not asked for its renewal, and so far as this deal is concerned he does not count. I am here, as I told you, to keep the affair alive. I would have come sooner, but I have been away from the city of San Juan for months. Most of us who have opinions of our own have been away from San Juan--some for years. San Juan has not been a healthy place for men who believe in Paramba."
"And do you?"
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