A clerk announced the previous night’s visitor; and Dutch recalled for the moment the previous day’s meeting, and the annoyance he had felt on seeing the stranger’s admiring gaze. But this was all forgotten in a few moments, the Cuban being certainly all that could be desired in gentlemanly courtesy, and his manners were winning in the extreme.
“And now that you have had a night for consideration, Señor Parkley, what do you think of my project?” he said, glancing at the map.
“I want to know more,” said Mr Parkley.
“I have told you that vessels were sunk—ships laden with gold and silver, Señor Parkley, and I say join me. Find all that is wanted—a ship—divers—and make an agreement to give me half the treasure recovered, and I will take your ship to the spots. Where these are is my secret.”
“You said I was slow and cold, Mr Lorry, yesterday,” said Mr Parkley. “You shan’t say so to-day. When I make up my mind I strike while the iron is hot. My mind is made up.”
“Then you refuse,” said the Cuban, frowning.
“No, sir, I agree. Here’s my hand upon it.”
He held out his hand, which the Cuban caught and pressed hastily.
“Viva!” he exclaimed, his face flushing with pleasure.
“You will both be rich as princes. Our friend here goes too?”