Perspiration was standing out upon the man's forehead.
"How can I convince you—"
"That you are not Captain Joaquin?"
"Yes, yes."
"Bare your right arm, and if it contains no scar, around from the shoulder and diagonally to the elbow, then you are not Captain Joaquin."
"Curse her! it was Susana told you that!"
"Now, perhaps we can come to business. I will sit down, and you will observe silence and keep your hands in plain sight on your desk."
Dick had a gun in hand, and was ready to use it instantly.
"We must come to terms," said the banker.
"And those terms will be mine," said Dick.