Part 17 (1/2)
”And he has returned!” I muttered.
”In April. By now he is fitting out this present expedition.”
I rose and bowed. ”Such being the case, Your Excellency, permit me to wish you good-day.”
”One moment,” he said, leaning toward me, with a leer which doubtless he meant for an ingratiating glance. ”Has your ambition so narrow a range, doctor?”
”My ambition?” I inquired.
”Your ambition and your interest in the projects of one who shall at present go unnamed. I must read and consider what the gentleman has written to me. Whatever my decision as to--those matters, I cannot give you what you have asked; but--you will understand--there may be possibilities--vast possibilities!--a vast Empire, stretching westward from the Alleghanies--”
”Alleghanies!” I cried, astounded.
At sight of my face, his own turned a mottled gray. He caught at the whiskey bottle and poured himself out a second drink. Fortified by the draught, he gasped something about an attack of bilious fever, and added, with a crafty smile: ”You, sir, as a physician, know how this cursed malaria flies to the head. I have the word Arkansas on my tongue, yet say Alleghany.”
The explanation at once allayed the terrible suspicion which had flashed into my mind. It was common knowledge throughout the West that this man had been involved with Innes and other conspirators of the separatist plots in the nineties. But that he or Colonel Burr or any other man not insane could dream of such treason to the Republic in these days was a thought seemingly so preposterous that it needed only the pompous old fellow's word of explanation to make me banish the suspicion. Yet I realized that I had had quite enough of his company.
”Sir,” I said, ”my interest in the affairs of Colonel Burr hinged entirely upon this question of the expedition. Since the honor of its leaders.h.i.+p has fallen to my friend Lieutenant Pike, I have nothing to ask of you.”
”You will remain in Natchez a day or two?” he inquired.
”I cannot say.”
”It might prove to your interest to delay over. I may again send for you, notwithstanding your reluctance to receive other favors than the one I cannot grant.”
I bowed and withdrew, leaving him in the act of pouring a third drink of whiskey.
CHAPTER XII
AU REVOIR
It was not with a light heart that I returned to Mickie's Hotel. I had made my cast, and fortune was against me. In the afternoon I had left Alisanda smiling down upon me from the balcony of her inn window; I was returning at nightfall to meet--Senorita Vallois. Though to the last she and Don Pedro might hold to the familiar ”Juan,” how little might even her smiles lighten the shadow of a hopeless parting!
As I entered the inn door, Mickie bustled forward to inform me, with an air of vast importance, that at the request of the Spanish grandee, he had arranged to serve the evening meal to the senor's party above stairs. When he added that a plate was to be laid for myself, I hastened to my own room for a change of linen.
My heart was too heavy for me to linger over foppish details of dress.
It was not long before I found myself at the door of the room set apart for the private dining-parlor. Chita, who was overlooking the spreading of the cloth by the negro attendants of the inn, conducted me through to the balcony, where I found the don indolently puffing at his _cigarro_.
Before I could take the seat to which he waved me, Alisanda floated out into the moonlight from the window behind him. She was a vision all heavenly white but for her scarlet lips and sombre eyes and brows. Even the soft tresses of her hair were hidden beneath the gauzy white drape of tulle and lace which took the place of her black mantilla.
”_Buenas noches_, Juan,” she greeted me, in a tone of liquid silver.
”G.o.d be with you, Alisanda!” I responded.
”Be seated, _amigo_,” urged Don Pedro. ”You have a weary look.”
”I bring what to me is heavy news,” I replied.
”You had in mind to ask a favor of General Wilkinson,” said Alisanda.