“My life has been threatened three times since my arrival at the hotel. And see, gentlemen, the cipher despatches I have received from the Capital.”
Señor Guillermo Gonzales took the despatches from the hands of the President, looked them over curiously, and said: “Has the news of this affair reached Washington?”
“It has more than reached the city. A fearfully large following has not only been raised there, but in the metropolis and capital of every State in the Union. Unless the militia and police force can quell the disturbers in a few days, much trouble will follow,” said President Mortingo.
The Governor extinguished the light in the room, and stepping to a window, said: “See the mob in the street! What is it they are crying?”
Above the sounds of the mob, a voice cried: “That is his room; they are all there. Shoot the pretenders down without a word!”
At that moment Julio Murillo entered the room quietly, and going close to the two near the window, said: “His Excellency must be taken from the hotel immediately; there is no time for delay.”
“But his life is in danger, if he be seen,” said the Governor.
“To be sure,” calmly replied Julio; “but not any more than your own.”
“They intend to harm every one who is a believer in ‘Memory Fluid,’” said Señor Guillermo Gonzales.
“There is no time to be lost, gentlemen,” said Julio. “I have disguises here for his Excellency and your Honor. Friend Gonzales and myself will be lost in the crowd.”