"Besides," added the lawyer coolly, "she has been here to examine the
papers at thy request, and returned them of yesterday."
Victor gasped: "And-you-you-gave them to her?"
"Of course!"
"All? Even the application and the signature?"
"Certainly,--you sent her."
"Sent her? The devil's own daughter?" shrieked Garcia. "No! A hundred
million times, no! Quick, before it is too late. Give to me the papers."
Mr. Wood reproduced the file. Garcia ran over it with trembling fingers
until at last he clutched the fateful document. Not content with opening
it and glancing at its text and signature, he took it to the window.
"It is the same," he muttered with a sigh of relief.
"Of course it is," said Mr. Wood sharply. "The papers are all there.
You're a fool, Victor Garcia!"
And so he was. And, for the matter of that, so was Mr. Saponaceous Wood,
of counsel.
Meanwhile Miss De Haro returned to San Francisco and resumed her work. A
day or two later she was joined by her landlady. Mrs.
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