“I don’t know—unless he steals it.”
“But that would be found out.”
The members of the coterie were all silent for a moment while the stout gentleman took a short nap; then he said:
“Do you know if that paper that has just been published is his?”
“What paper? La Víbora?” asked he of the bald head.
“Yes.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, they say it is.”
“It strikes me that that paper is owned by the Masons.”
“Oh, but don’t you know that Quentin is a Mason?” said a small, dark man with a black moustache.