DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND.
The room to which the general led the count was a study. Don Sebastian pointed to a chair, and took another himself. There was a moment's silence, during which the two men examined each other carefully. On passing the study threshold, both doffed that gaiety they had imprinted on their faces, to assume a severe and thoughtful look, harmonising better with the grave questions they were probably about to discuss.
"I am waiting, señor conde," the general at length said, "till it please you to explain yourself."
"I hesitate to do so, general," Don Louis answered.
"You hesitate, count!"
"Yes, because, in what I have to say to you, there are some matters so delicate that I almost fear to approach them."
The general was mistaken as to the meaning of the count's words. How could he understand the exquisite delicacy that dictated them?
"You can speak without fear," he said; "no one can hear you. Precautions have been taken, so that nothing said in this room can transpire outside. Banish then, I implore you, all reserve, and explain yourself frankly."
"I will do so, as you demand it; indeed, it is, perhaps, better that it should be so. In this way, I shall know at once what I have to hope or fear."
"You are bound to hope everything from me," the general said in an insinuating voice. "I wish you no harm; on the contrary, I desire to serve you; and to give you an example of frankness, I will begin by declaring to you, that your fate depends on yourself alone, and that the success or ruin of your enterprise is in your own hands."
"If it be really so, general, the discussion between us will not be long. But, allow me in the first place to set forth my grievances, in order to throw full light on the state of the case."
"Do so."
"In the first place, permit me one question. Do you know the conditions of my treaty with the Mexican government?"
"Of course I do, count, as I have in my possession a copy of it."
Don Louis made a sign of surprise.
"That must not astonish you," the general continued; "remember what occurred at Mexico. Do you not owe to an influential person, whose name you are ignorant of, the removal of those insurmountable obstacles which prevented the acceptance of your treaty by the President of the Republic?"
"I allow it."
"That person, I can now tell you, was myself."
"You, general?"
"Myself. Then, do you remember that when all was concluded, I became the first shareholder who gave his signature, and supplied funds?"
"That is perfectly correct; but this only renders more incomprehensible the strange position in which I have been placed."
"How so?"
"Pardon me, general, the frankness with which I express myself."
"Go on, count. We are here to tell each other the truth."
"In reality, since my arrival at Guaymas, your conduct toward me has been inexplicable."
"You are jesting. I consider it most natural."
"Still, it appears to me——"
"Come, what do you find so extraordinary in my conduct?"
"Well, everything."
"Mention details."
"I will do so."
"Let us see."
"Shall I start from the commencement?"
"Certainly."
"Very good. You know, as you have a copy of my agreement, that it is stated in it that I shall only stay at Guaymas just the time necessary for the company to settle the halting places, and prepare provision and fodder."
"Perfectly correct."
"I have been kept at the port nearly a fortnight under excuses, each more frivolous than the other. Comprehending how injurious inaction may prove to my company, I made repeated applications to the captain-general and yourself. All my letters were answered by want of instructions."
"Go on."
"Wearied with this abnormal position, I at length succeed in obtaining my passports to start for the mine. At that moment I receive from you, general, a note giving me orders not to leave Guaymas."
"Very good. Proceed."
Don Louis, confounded by the impassiveness of the speaker, whose face remained calm and voice tranquil, began to feel himself growing angry.
"Now, general," he said, raising his voice, "I have a right to ask you clearly what game we are playing.
"A very simple one, my dear count, I repeat to you; and you can, if you really desire it, hold all the trumps in your hand."
"I confess that I do not at all understand you."
"That is impossible!"
"On my honour! I should feel most sincerely obliged by your explaining to me clearly what is happening; for I assure you that I am in a fog from which I despair ever to escape."
"That depends on yourself alone."
"By Heavens, general, you will allow that you are jesting with me?"
"Not the least in the world."
"What? At the request of your government, I come to Sonora with permission to work the mines. Owing to your influence, as you yourself allow, my treaty is signed. Confiding in Mexican honesty, I organise an expedition—I arrive; and my partners, yourself first of all, turn against me and treat me, not as their friend, their representative, not with even the respect due to a gentleman, but affect to consider me as almost a filibuster."
"O count! You are going too far."
"On my soul, general, such things can only be witnessed in Mexico."
"My dear count, you are mistaken. No one is seeking to injure you, on the contrary."
"Still, up to the present, you, one of the largest shareholders in the company, whose interests are at stake, you in a word, who, owing to the influence you possess, should have helped us in the most effective manner, have only employed that power to impede our movements and injure us in every way."
"O count! What terms you are employing."
"Good Heavens, general, excuse me! But it is time for all these absurd annoyances to cease, and for me to be allowed to proceed to the mines. All this has lasted too long."
The general appeared to reflect for a moment.
"Come, frankly," he said at last; "did you not understand why I acted toward you in that way?"
"I swear it."
"That is strange. Pardon me in your turn, count; but I had a very different opinion of you."
"What do you mean?"
"Then you did not guess why I, general, military governor of Sonora, supported so warmly your petition to the President?"
"But——"
"You did not guess," he went on sharply, "why I demanded that your companions should be well armed, and organised as soldiers?"
"It appears to me——"
"You did not understand why I had you invested with a military power as extensive as if you were chief of an army? Come, count, you are not speaking seriously at this moment; or else you wish to play a cunning game with me."
While pronouncing these words with a certain degree of vehemence, this time real, the general had left his chair, and was walking about the room in agitation. The count listened to him with the greatest attention, while watching him closely. When he was silent, he replied:—
"I will tell you, general, what I did understand."
"Speak."
"I understood, that the Mexican government, too weak to recover for itself the rich placers of the Plancha de la Plata, which by its carelessness, had fallen once more into the hands of the Indians, would gladly see strangers carry out an expedition from which it would reap the greatest profit. I understood, besides, that the government, unable effectively to protect the inhabitants of Sonora against the incursions of the Apaches and Comanches, would be delighted if the same strangers took on themselves at their risk and peril to restrain these ferocious plunderers within their frontiers. I understood lastly, that General Don Guerrero, (whose life and his daughter's I had been so fortunate as to save, and who felt such deep gratitude toward me), had gladly seized on the opportunity to do me a service in his turn, by placing at my disposal that great influence he possesses, to obtain for me that which I had so long solicited in vain. That is all I understood, general."
"Ah! That is all?"
"Yes; but am I mistaken?"
"Perhaps."
"Then, be kind enough to explain yourself categorically, general."
"What use would it be now? It is too late," the general answered, darting at him a glance of strange meaning.
"Why, then, too late?"
Don Sebastian walked quickly up to the count, and stopped in front of him.
"Because now," he said, "we can never understand each other."
"You believe so, general?"
"I am sure of it."
"But, for what reason?"
"You wish me to tell it you?"
"I beg you."
"Well, then, señor conde, the reason is this: you are a man of too much sense and vast intelligence—in a word, you are a man in a thousand——"
"General, I implore you——"
"I do not flatter you, count; I tell you the truth. Unfortunately, though you speak Spanish with rare perfection, you are not sufficiently acquainted with Mexican for us ever to understand each other."
"Ah!" the count said, without adding another word.
"I am right, I think; this time you caught the meaning of my words?"
"Perhaps, general, I will reply in the remark you employed an instant ago."
"Very good. Now, I think, we have nothing more to say to each other."
"Permit me a few words."
"Speak."
"Whatever may happen, general, on passing the door of the room, I shall not remember one word of our conversation."
"As you please, count; we have said nothing the whole town might not hear."
"That is true; but others might possibly put a different interpretation on them than mine. There are so many ways of understanding words."
"Oh! But ours were remarkably innocent."
"They were. I trust, general, we shall not part as foes."
"Why should we be so, my dear count? I desire, on the contrary, that the agreeable acquaintance we have renewed this evening may be changed ere long—on your side at least, for on mine it has long been so—into a durable friendship."
"You overwhelm me, general."
"Do I not owe you my life?"
"So I may always count on you?"
"As on yourself, my dear friend."
These words were uttered by the two speakers with such delicately sharpened irony, that no one could have guessed, beneath the charming smile that played on their lips, the rage and hatred which swelled their hearts.
"Now," the general continued, "I believe we can return to the ballroom?"
"I am at your orders, general."
Don Sebastian opened the door of the room, and stood against the wall. The count passed him.
"Do you play, Don Louis?" the general asked him.
"Rarely; still, if you wish it, I shall be happy to cover your stake."
"This way then."
They entered a room in which several monte tables were established. The gamblers were collected before a table, at which a man, who had an enormous pile of gold before him, was enjoying extraordinary good luck. The man was Don Cornelio. After conversing for some time with Doña Angela, the Spaniard, attracted by the irresistible charm of gold, approached the monte tables, and, fascinated in spite of himself, he had risked the few ounces he possessed.
Luck had been favourable to him; so constantly favourable, that in less than an hour he had gained nearly all the gold of all the players who had ventured to hold their ground against him; so that he eventually won an enormous sum. At the moment the count and the general arrived near him, Don Cornelio's last adversary retired, completely cleaned out, and the fight ceased for want of combatants; so that the Spaniard, after looking around him, and seeing that no one cared longer to contend with him, began with unchangeable coolness thrusting into the vast pockets of his calzoneras the ounces piled up before him.
"Oh, oh!" the general said, gaily, "it seems that the Atravida company is in luck to-night, Señor Don Louis; it gains on all sides at once."
The count smiled at this double-edged compliment.
"Let us see if I shall change the vein?" Don Sebastian continued, "Will you play against me, Don Louis?"
"On one condition."
"What? I accept it beforehand."
"This: I have a peculiar custom of never playing more than three stakes."
"Good."
"Wait a minute. I play them, doubling each time."
"The deuce! And if you lose one of the three?"
"That is of no consequence; still, I do not think I shall lose," he said with perfect calmness.
"What! You do not think you will lose?"
"No; I confess to you that I have great luck in play. The reason is, probably, because I care very little about winning."
"That is possible; still, what you tell me is so curious, that I should like to convince myself of the fact."
"It only depends on you."
By degrees, the guests had drawn nearer the two gentlemen, and formed a group around them. Doña Angela had also advanced, and was now close to Don Louis' side.
"Come," the general said, "let us play three stakes."
"At your orders."
"How much shall we set?"
"What you please."
"Suppose we say 2000 piastres?"
"Agreed."
The general took up a pack of new cards.
"If you have no objection," he remarked, "we will neither of us cut."
"As you please."
"But who shall be dealer?"
"I," Doña Angela suddenly exclaimed, as she seized the pack of cards.
"Oh, oh!" the general said with a smile, "take care, Don Louis; my daughter is enlisted against you."
"I cannot believe that the señorita is my enemy," the count replied, as he bowed to the young lady.
Doña Angela blushed, but said nothing; she unfastened the pack, and shuffled the cards.
"Two thousand piastres," the general said. "Deal, my child."
She began turning up the cards.
"Lost!" she said in a moment.
"That is true," said the general; "I have lost; now for the second. Caramba! Take care, niña, we are playing this time for 4000 piastres."
"Lost!" she cried.
"Again! That is singular. Come, Don Louis, the last one."
"Perhaps it would be better to stop here; neither you nor I, general, care for this money."
"That is the reason I wish for the third stake; besides, luck may have favoured you hitherto."
"Did I not warn you?"
"Come, come; I wish to be certain."
"Lost!" the young lady said for the third time, in her harmonious voice.
"Caramba! This is really singular. I owe you 14,000 piastres, Don Louis. I allow that you have really extraordinary fortune."
"I know it," the count answered, still perfectly cool; "and now permit me to leave you. Señorita, accept my grateful thanks for the kind assistance you granted me in this matter."
The young lady bowed, ashamed and blushing,
"Tomorrow, at daybreak, the 14,000 piastres will be at your house, Don Louis."
"Do not hurry yourself, general; I shall have the honour of seeing you again."
The count thereupon took leave, and withdrew with Don Cornelio, obsequiously accompanied to the door of the last room by the general.
"Double traitor!" the count muttered, as he mounted. "Take care of yourself, for now I see your game. In spite of your cunning, you have let me read your thoughts."
The count, followed by his escort, thoughtfully returned to the house he inhabited. He was reflecting on the means to be employed in foiling the machinations of his enemies, and carrying out his expedition successfully. As for Don Cornelio, he only thought of one thing—the luck he had had during the evening; and, while galloping by Don Louis' side, he mentally calculated the number of ounces he had gained, of which fact he had not yet been able to assure himself satisfactorily.