"Listen," the general said, checking him by a look.
The door had just been opened.
"Did I not forbid you disturbing me?" the President said to the usher, who was standing respectfully before him.
"General Márquez, Excellency," the usher answered impassively.
The President started, and a slight flush spread over his face.
"Let him come in," he said sharply.
General Márquez appeared.
"Well?" the President asked him.
"It is done," the general replied laconically; "the money is paid into the treasury."
"How did it come off?" the President continued, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.