Old Anibal Alfarez was, perhaps, the last fully to appreciate her. He did, however, learn in time that while he could successfully match his craft against that of the husband, the wife read him unerringly. The result was that he broke with them openly.
When news of this reached the members of the Canal Commission, they were alarmed, and Colonel Jolson felt it necessary to make known their views upon the situation. Accordingly, a few nights later, the Cortlandts dined at his handsome residence on the heights above Culebra. After their return to Panama, the Colonel, in whom was vested the supreme authority over his nation's interests, acknowledged that his acquaintance with diplomacy was as nothing compared with Edith Cortlandt's.
It was to Colonel Bland, in charge of the Atlantic Division, that he confessed:
"In all my life I never met a woman like her. Cortlandt, as you know, is a clever fellow, and I flatter myself that I'm no mental invalid; but we were like children in her hands. He sided with me at first, but she talked us both around in spite of ourselves. I agree with her now, perfectly, and I am content to let her have free rein."
"General Alfarez is the strongest man in the Republic," said Colonel
Bland. "As Governor of Panama Province, he's the logical next
President. Besides that, he has the machinery behind him. I don't see
who there is to defeat him."
"We argued the same thing. She thinks Garavel is the proper man."
"Garavel is a banker; he's not a politician."
The chief-engineer laughed.
"All Spanish-Americans are politicians, Colonel; they can't help it."
"Would he accept?"