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he　pointed　out；　〃the　Senate　must　ratify。　　But　our　Senate　will　ratify
it；　and　when　you　sign　now；　it　is　a　thing　accomplished。〃

Over　the　place　at　which　Everett　pointed；　the　pen　scratched　harshly；
and　then；　throwing　it　from　him；　the　President　sat　in　silence。　　With
eyes　inflamed　by　anger　and　brandy　he　regarded　the　treaty　venomously。
As　though　loath　to　let　it　go；　his　hands　played　with　it；　as　a　cat　plays
with　the　mouse　between　her　paws。　　Watching　him　breathlessly；
Everett　feared　the　end　was　not　yet。　　He　felt　a　depressing　premonition
that　if　ever　the　treaty　were　to　reach　Washington　he　best　had　snatch　it
and　run。　　Even　as　he　waited；　the　end　came。　　An　orderly；　appearing
suddenly　in　the　light　of　the　candles；　announced　the　arrival；　in　the
room　adjoining；　of　〃the　Colonel　Goddard　and　Senor　Mellen。〃　　They
desired　an　immediate　audience。　　Their　business　with　the　President
was　most　urgent。　　Whether　from　Washington　their　agents　had　warned
them；　whether　in　Camaguay　they　had　deciphered　the　cablegram　from
the　State　Department；　Everett　could　only　guess；　but　he　was　certain　the
cause　of　their　visit　was　the　treaty。　　That　Mendoza　also　believed　this
was　most　evident。

Into　the　darkness；　from　which　the　two　exiles　might　emerge；　he
peered　guiltily。　　With　an　oath　he　tore　the　treaty　in　half。　　Crushing
the　pieces　of　paper　into　a　ball；　he　threw　it　at　Everett's　feet。　　His
voice　rose　to　a　shriek。　　It　was　apparent　he　intended　his　words　to
carry　to　the　men　outside。　　Like　an　actor　on　a　stage　he　waved　his
arms。

〃That　is　my　answer！〃　he　shouted。　　〃Tell　your　Secretary　the　choice
he　offers　is　an　insult！　It　is　blackmail。　　We　will　not　sign　his　treaty。
We　do　not　desire　his　visit　to　our　country。〃　　Thrilled　by　his　own
bravado；　his　voice　rose　higher。　　〃Nor；〃　he　shouted；　〃do　we　desire
the　presence　of　his　representative。　　Your　usefulness　is　at　an　end。
You　will　receive　your　passports　in　the　morning。〃

As　he　might　discharge　a　cook；　he　waved　Everett　away。　　His　hand；
trembling　with　excitement；　closed　around　the　neck　of　the　brandy…
bottle。　　Everett　stooped　and　secured　the　treaty。　　On　his　return　to
Washington；　torn　and　rumpled　as　it　was；　it　would　be　his
justification。　　It　was　his　〃Exhibit　A。〃

As　he　approached　the　legation　he　saw　drawn　up　in　front　of　it　three
ponies　ready　saddled。　　For　an　instant　he　wondered　if　Mendoza
intended　further　to　insult　him；　if　he　planned　that　night　to　send
him　under　guard　to　the　coast。　　He　determined　hotly　sooner　than
submit　to　such　an　indignity　he　would　fortify　the　legation；　and
defend　himself。　　But　no　such　heroics　were　required　of　him。　　As　he
reached　the　door；　Garland；　with　an　exclamation　of　relief；　hailed
him；　and　Monica；　stepping　from　the　shadow；　laid　an　appealing
hand　upon　his　sleeve。

〃My　brother！〃　she　exclaimed。　　〃The　guard　at　Cobre　has　just　sent
word　that　they　found　Peabody　prowling　in　the　ruins　and　fired　on
him。　　He　fired　back；　and　he　is　still　there　hiding。　　My　brother　and
others　have　gone　to　take　him。　　I　don't　know　what　may　happen　if　he
resists。　　Chester　is　armed；　and　he　is　furious；　he　is　beside　himself；
he　would　not　listen　to　me。　　But　he　must　listen　to　you。　　Will　you
go；〃　the　girl　begged；　〃and　speak　to　him；　speak　to　him；　I　mean；〃
she　added；　〃as　the　American　minister？〃

Everett　already　had　his　foot　in　the　stirrup。　　〃I'm　the　American　minister
only　until　to…morrow；〃　he　said。　　〃I've　got　my　walking…papers。　　But　I'll
do　all　I　can　to　stop　this　to…night。　　Garland；〃　he　asked；　〃will　you　take
Miss　Ward　home；　and　then　follow　me？〃

〃If　I　do　not　go　with　you；〃　said　Monica；　〃I　will　go　alone。〃

Her　tone　was　final。　　With　a　clatter　of　hoofs　that　woke　alarmed
echoes　in　the　sleeping　streets　the　three　horses　galloped　abreast
toward　Cobre。　　In　an　hour　they　left　the　main　trail　and　at　a　walk
picked　their　way　to　where　the　blocks　of　stone；　broken　columns；
and　crumbling　temples　of　the　half…buried　city　checked　the　jungle。

The　moon　made　it　possible　to　move　in　safety；　and　at　different
distances　the　lights　of　torches　told　them　the　man…hunt　still　was
in　progress。

〃Thank　God；〃　breathed　Monica；　〃we　are　in　time。〃

Everett　gave　the　ponies　in　care　of　one　of　the　guards。　　He　turned
to　Garland。

〃Catch　up　with　those　lights　ahead　of　us；〃　he　said；　〃and　we　will
join　this　party　to　the　right。　　If　you　find　Ward；　tell　him　I　forbid
him　taking　the　law　into　his　own　hands；　tell　him　I　will　protect
his　interests。　　If　you　meet　Peabody；　make　him　give　up　his　gun；
and　see　that　the　others　don't　harm　him！〃

Everett　and　the　girl　did　not　overtake　the　lights　they　had　seen
flashing　below　them。　　Before　they　were　within　hailing　distance；
that　searching　party　had　disappeared；　and　still　farther　away
other　torches　beckoned。

Stumbling　and　falling；　now　in　pursuit　of　one　will…o'…the…wisp；
now　of　another；　they　scrambled　forward。　　But　always　the　lights
eluded　them。　　From　their　exertions　and　the　moist　heat　they　were
breathless；　and　their　bodies　dripped　with　water。　　Panting；　they
halted　at　the　entrance　of　what　once　had　been　a　tomb。　　From　its
black　interior　came　a　damp　mist；　above　them；　alarmed　by　their
intrusion；　the　vampire　bats　whirled　blindly　in　circles。　　Monica；
who　by　day　possessed　some　slight　knowledge　of　the　ruins；　had；
in　the　moonlight；　lost　all　sense　of　direction。

〃We're　lost；〃　said　Monica；　in　a　low　tone。　　Unconsciously　both　were
speaking　in　whispers。　　〃I　thought　we　were　following　what　used　to
be　the　main　thoroughfare　of　the　city；　but　I　have　never　seen　this　place
before。　　From　what　I　have　read　I　think　we　must　be　among　the　tombs
of　the　kings。〃

She　was　silenced　by　Everett　placing　one　hand　quickly　on　her　arm；
and　with　the　other　pointing。　　In　the　uncertain　moonlight　she　saw
moving　cautiously　away　from　them；　and　unconscious　of　their
presence；　a　white；　ghostlike　figure。

〃Peabody；〃　whispered　Everett。

〃Call　him；〃　commanded　Monica。

〃The　others　might　hear；〃　objected　Everett。　　〃We　must　overtake　him。
If　we're　with　him　when　they　meet；　they　wouldn't　dare〃

With　a　gasp　of　astonishment；　his　words　ceased。

Like　a　ghost；　the　ghostlike　figure　had　vanished。

〃He　walked　through　that　rock！〃　cried　Monica。

Everett　caught　her　by　the　wrist。　　〃Come！〃　he　commanded。

Over　the　face　of　the　rock；　into　which　Peabody　had　dived　as　into
water；　hung　a　curtain　of　vines。　　Everett　tore　it　apart。　　Concealed
by　the　vines　was　the　narrow　mouth　to　a　tunnel；　and　from　it　they
heard；　rapidly　lessening　in　the　distance；　the　patter　of　footsteps。

〃Will　you　wait；〃　demanded　Everett；　〃or　come　with　me？〃

With　a　shudder　of　distaste；　Monica　answered　by　seizing　his　hand。

With　his　free　arm　Everett　swept　aside　the　vines；　and；　Monica
following；　they　entered　the　tunnel。　　It　was　a　passageway　cleanly
cut　through　the　solid　rock　and　sufficiently　wide　to　permit　of　their
moving　freely。　　At　the　farther　end；　at　a　distance　of　a　hundred
yards；　it　opened　into　a　great　vault；　also　hollowed　from　the　rock
and；　as　they　saw　to　their　surprise；　brilliantly　lighted。

For　an　instant；　in　black　silhouette；　the　figure　of　Peabody
blocked　the　entrance　to　this　vault；　and　then；　turning　to　the
right；　again　vanished。　　Monica　felt　an　untimely　desire　to　laugh。
Now　that　they　were　on　the　track　of　Peabody　she　no　longer　feared
the　outcome　of　the　adventure。　　In　the　presence　of　the　American
minister　and　of　herself　there　would　be　no　violence；　and　as　they
trailed　the　archaeologist　through　the　tunnel　she　was　reminded　of
Alice　and　her　pursuit　of　the　white　rabbit。　　This　thought；　and　her
sense　of　relief　that　the　danger　was　over；　caused　her　to　laugh　aloud。

They　had　gained　the　farther　end　of　the　tunnel　and　the　entrance　to
the　vault；　when　at　once　her　amusement　turned　to　wonder。　　For　the
vault　showed　every　evidence　of　use　and　of　recent　occupation。　　In
brackets；　and　burning　brightly；　were　lamps　of　modern　make；　on
the　stone　floor　stood　a　canvas　cot；　saddle…bags；　camp…chairs；
and　in　the　centre　of　the　vault　a　collapsible　table。　　On　this　were
bottles　filled　with　chemicals；　trays；　and　presses　such　as　are　used
in　developing　photographs；　and　apparently　hung　there　to　dry；

swinging　from　strings；　the　proofs　of　many　negatives。

Loyal　to　her　brother；　Monica　exclaimed　indignantly。　　At　the　proofs
she　pointed　an　accusing　finger。

〃Look！〃　she　whispered。　　〃This　is　Peabody's　darkroom；　where　he
develops　the　flash…lights　he　takes　of　the　hieroglyphs！　Chester　has
a　right　to　be　furious！〃

Impulsively　she　would　have　pushed　past　Everett；　but　with　an
exclamation　he　sprang　in　front　of　her。

〃No！〃　he　commanded；　〃come　away！〃

He　had　fallen　into　a　sudden　panic。　　His　tone　spoke　of　some
catastrophe；　imminent　and　overwhelming。　　Monica　followed
the　direction　of　his　eyes。　　They　were　staring　in　fear　at　the　proofs。

The　girl　leaned　forward；　and　now　saw　them　clearly。

Each　was　a　United　States　Treasury　note　for　five　hundred　dollars。

Around　the　turn　of　the　tunnel；　approaching　the　vault　apparently
from　another　passage；　they　heard　hurrying　footsteps；　and　then；
close　to　them　from　the　vault　itself；　the　voice　of　Professor　Peabody。

It　was　harsh；　sharp；　peremptory。

〃Hands　up！〃　it　commanded。　　〃Drop　that　gun！〃

As　though　halted　by　a　precipice；　the　footsteps　fell　into　instant
silence。　　There　was　a　pause；　and　then　the　ring　of　steel　upon　the
stone　floor。　　There　was　another　pau