The recent disturbances will quite account for so large a
sum being called in."
"I don't quite see how I can arrange that."
"Ah, you are overdone," said I. "Leave it all to me, Jones."
And this I persuaded him to do. In fact, he was so relieved at seeing
the money back that he was easy to deal with; and if he suspected
anything, he was overawed by my present exalted position. He appeared
to forget what I could not, that the President, no doubt, still
possessed that fatal cable!
After lunch I remembered my engagement with the signorina, and,
putting on my hat, was bidding farewell to business, when Jones said:
"There's a note just come for you, sir. A little boy brought it while
you were out at lunch."
He gave it me--a little dirty envelope, with an illiterate scrawl. I
opened it carelessly, but as my eye fell on the President's hand, I
started in amazement. The note was dated "Saturday--From on board _The
Songstress_," and ran as follows:
"Dear Mr. Martin: I must confess
to having underrated your courage
and abilities. If you care to put them
at my disposal now, I will accept them.
In the other event, I must refer you to
my public announcement.
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