"
He looked up at the astonished Morrow.
"Ordez married the daughter of Pedro de Hernando. I find, by a
note to these papers, that she is dead. I conclude that this
great Spanish family objected to the adventurer, and he fled with
his infant daughter to New Orleans." he paused.
"The intrigue with the octoroon woman, Suzanne, came after that."
Then he added:
"You must renew your negotiations, Sir, in, a somewhat different
manner before a Spanish Grandee in Havana!"
Mr. Lucian Morrow did not reply. He stood in a sort of wonder.
But Zindorf, his face like iron, addressed my father:
"Where did you get these papers, Pendleton?" he said.
"I got them from Ordez," replied my father.
"When did you see Ordez?"
"I saw him to-day," replied my father.
Zindorf did not move, but his big jaw worked and a faint spray of
moisture came out on his face. Then, finally, with no change or
quaver in his voice, he put his query.
"Where is Ordez?"
"Where?" echoed my father, and he rose. "Why, Zindorf, he is on
his way here." And he extended his arm toward the open window.
The big man lifted his head and looked out at the men and horses
now clearly visible on the distant road.
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