Part 32 (1/2)
”Yes. But she's not to my taste.”
”What? Are you still thinking of the Baroness's daughter?”
”How could I forget her! I've seen her. She is exquisite.”
”Yes. She's certainly good-looking.”
”Only good-looking! Don't blaspheme. The moment I saw her, my mind was made up. It's sink or swim for me.”
”You run the risk of being left with nothing.”
”I know that. I don't care. All or nothing. The Hastings have always been men of will and resolution. And I'm inspired by the example of one of my relatives. It's an invigorating case of pertinacity. You'll see.”
”My uncle, the brother of my grandfather, was employed in a London business house and learned, through a sailor, that a chest filled with silver had been dug up on one of the islands in the Pacific; it was supposed that it came from a vessel that had left Peru for the Philippines. My uncle succeeded in finding out the exact spot where the s.h.i.+p had been wrecked, and at once he gave up his position and went off to the Philippines. He chartered a brig, reached the spot indicated,--a reef of the Magellan archipelago,--they sounded at several points and after hard work dredged up only a few shattered chests that contained not a trace of anything. When their food supply gave out they were forced to return, and my uncle reached Manila without a farthing. He got a position in a business house. After a year of this a fellow from the United States proposed that they should go out together in quest of the treasure, and my uncle accepted, on the condition that they'd share the profits equally. On this second voyage they brought up two huge, very heavy chests, one filled with silver ingots, the other with Mexican gold pieces. The Yankee and my uncle divided the money and each one's share amounted to more than one hundred thousand duros. But my uncle, who was an obstinate fellow, returned to the site of the s.h.i.+pwreck and this time he must have located the treasure, for he came back to England with a colossal fortune. Today the Hastings, who still live in England, are millionaires. Do you remember that f.a.n.n.y who came to the tavern in Las Injurias with us?”
”Yes.”
”Well, she's one of the wealthy Hastings of England.”
”Then why didn't you ask them for some money?” queried Manuel.
”No, never. Not even if I were dying of hunger, and this despite the fact that they've often offered to help me. Before coming to Madrid I sailed almost around the world in a yacht belonging to f.a.n.n.y's brother.”
”And this fortune that you expect to own, is it also on some island?”
asked Manuel.
”It seems to me that you're of the kind that have no faith,” answered Roberto. ”Before the crowing of the c.o.c.k you would deny me three times.”
”No. I know nothing of your affairs; but if you should ever need me, I'll be ready to serve you, and gladly.”
”But you doubt my destiny, and are wrong to do so. You imagine that I'm a bit daft.”
”No, no, sir.”
”Bah! You think that this fortune that I'm to inherit is all a hoax.”
”I don't know.”
”Well, it isn't. The fortune exists. Do you remember I was once talking with Don Telmo, in your presence, about a conversation I had with a certain book-binder in his house?”
”Yes, sir. I remember.”
”Well, that conversation furnished me with the clew to all the investigations I afterward conducted; I won't tell you how I went about collecting data and more data, little by little, for that would bore you. I'll put the thing for you in a nutsh.e.l.l.”
As he finished his sentence Roberto arose from the bench upon which they were seated and said to Manuel:
”Let's be going; that fellow yonder is hanging around trying to hear what we're talking about.”
Manuel got up, surer than ever that Roberto was crazy on that point; they walked by El Angel Caido, reached the Meteorological Observatory and from there left for the hills that lie opposite the Pacifico and the Dona Carlota districts.
”We can talk here,” murmured Roberto. ”If any one comes along, let me know.”