"The keys, señor: the missing keys and a pair of slippers—very much down at heel."
"And the skeletons?"
"Not a vestige, señor; not a single bone. I told you the well communicated with the river, and the river with the sea. They must have floated out, and probably are now reposing in the Panama Canal."
"But why the Panama Canal?"
"Everything bad must drift there, señor. I lost a large sum in the wretched affair."
"And have you seen no ghost since we left?"
"No ghost, señor, and no mysterious sounds. All the same we have had a domestic drama."
"The Dragon?"
"Exactly, señor. Your penetration is wonderful. As she was leaning over her wash-tub, the waiter came behind and ducked her head in the soapsuds. Her mouth—you know her mouth—was wide open, and she swallowed a great gulp of soapy water; upon which, presto! quick as lightning, she up with her washing-pin and hit him on the head. Such a crash! Down went the waiter, and the Dragon was stooping over him with wet locks like a dripping mermaid, gloating and mouthing upon the ruin."
"And the waiter?"