"No! I am become business man what are tired
myself! I take ze money to lawyer what are frand for me. 'E go to ze judge
what 'ave come 'ome planty dronk. 'E tell ze judge you send 'im for pay ze
moggidge. Judge say sure, and 'and 'im recipe. Ees all right." And the
bandit, convinced of his logic, strutted to the fireplace, and threw his
cigarette away.
"But I--must pay him back," Gilbert wanted to make it clear.
"I 'ave planty money. You mus' not worry, my frand. I give you ten sousand
dollar which you can send back should you be so foolish."
But Gilbert was obdurate. "I can pay it back. The oil--"
"I am sorry. Zere is no oil," the bandit informed him.
This was the consummating blow to the young man. "But you said--"
"I tell you one damn big lie," Lopez laughed. "But 'as she not a million
dollar from ze 'usband which I kill?" He nodded toward Lucia.
"Oh!" cried she. "How can you speak of such things--now?"
"You don't think we'd touch one penny of that, do you?" Gilbert followed
up.
Lopez looked puzzled. "Ze law is give it to you."
Disgustedly Gilbert cried, "The Law!"
"Ha!" The bandit saw his chance. "Is it possible all ze law what you love
is not so damn wise, after all?" He was tickled at his own perspicacity.
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