“Then, one day, came a cable message that my father had died. The news transformed me. I knew I must return at once to New York. But––I would not take a wife back with me! Why, I know not. I was mad! And I kissed her tear-stained face, and bade her wait, for I would return and make her happy. And then––
“Months later I wrote to her, and, receiving no reply, I caused inquiry to be made. But she had gone––whither, no one knew. The old nurse, too, had disappeared. I never learned that a woman had been left at Badillo to die. And she was not known in Bogotá. She was timid, and went out seldom. And then––then I thought that a marriage here would strengthen my position, for I was powerful and proud.
“Oh, the years that her sad face haunted me! I was mad, mad! I know not why, but when the Cossack was built I had her portrait in glass set in the smoking room. And night after 268 night I have sat before it and cursed myself, and implored her to forgive!”
“But––the locket?” said Father Waite.
“It came from Spain. I was Guillermo to her, and she Dolores to me. But I had never forgotten it. Had Carmen ever worn it in my presence I must have recognized it at once. Oh, God, that she had! What would it not have saved!”
“Father!” The girl’s arms were about his neck.
“But,” said Ames, choking down his sorrow, “that man is dead. He, like Goliath, fought Truth, and the Truth fell upon him, crushing him to powder. The man who remains with you now lives only in this little girl. And she has brought me my own son, Sidney, and another, Josè. All that I have is theirs, and they will give it to the world. I would that she could have brought me that noble black man, Rosendo, who laid down his beautiful life when he saw that his work was done. I learn from my inquiries that he and Doña Maria lived with Don Nicolás far up the Boque river during the troublous times when Simití was burned and devastated. And that, when the troops had gone, they returned to their desolated home, and died, within a month of each other. What do I not owe to them! And can my care of their daughter Ana and her little son ever cancel the debt? Alas, no!”
Sidney turned to the man. “Father, does Josè know that it was Kathleen whom he rescued from the Tiber in Rome, years ago, and who caused him to lose his notebook?”
Another exclamation burst from Josè. Ames shook his head. “No, Sidney, we had not told him. Ah, how small is the world! And how inextricably bound together we all are! And, Josè, I have not told you that the woman who lived and died alone in the limestone caves near Honda, and whose story you had from Don Jorge in Simití, was doubtless the faithful old nurse of Dolores. My investigations all but confirm it. Padre Rafaél de Rincón maintained her there.”
Haynerd entered the room at that moment, and with him came Miss Wall.