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from raising the question; he was reluctant to draw unduly the attention of "plain Mr. Jones" and of the equivocal Ricardo, to his person. One evening, however, after the public rooms of the hotel had become empty, Schomberg made an attempt to grapple with the problem in an indirect way.
In a distant corner the tired China boy dozed on his heels, his back against the wall. Mrs. Schomberg had disappeared, as usual, between ten and eleven. Schomberg walked about slowly, in and out of the room and the veranda, thoughtful, waiting for his two guests to go to bed. Then suddenly he approached them, militarily, his chest thrown out, his voice curt and soldierly.
"Hot night, gentlemen.”
Mr. Jones, lolling back idly in a chair, looked up. Ricardo, as idle, but more upright, made no sign. “Won't
have a drink with me before retiring?" went on Schomberg, sitting down by the little table.
“By all means," said Mr. Jones lazily.
Ricardo showed his teeth in a strange, quick grin. Schomberg felt painfully how difficult it was to get in touch with these men, both so quiet, so deliberate, so menacingly unceremonious. He ordered the Chinaman to bring in the drinks. His purpose was to discover how long these guests intended to stay. Ricardo displayed no conversational vein, but Mr. Jones appeared communicative enough. His voice matched his sunken eyes.
It was hollow without being in the least mournful; it sounded distant, uninterested, as though he were speaking from the bottom of a well. Schomberg learned that he would have the privilege of boarding these gentlemen for at least a month more. He could not conceal his discomfiture at this piece of news.
“What's the matter ? Don't you like to have people in your house?” asked plain Mr. Jones languidly. "I should have thought the owner of a hotel would be pleased."
He lifted his delicate and beautifully pencilled eyebrows. Schomberg muttered something about the locality being dull and uninteresting to travellersnothing going on—too quiet altogether; but he only provoked the declaration that quiet had its charms sometimes, and even dulness was welcome as change.
“We haven't had time to be dull for the last three years,” added plain Mr. Jones, his eyes fixed darkly on Schomberg, whom he furthermore invited to have another drink, this time with him, and not to worry himself about things he did not understand; and especially not to be inhospitable—which in a hotelkeeper was highly unprofessional.
“I don't understand," grumbled Schomberg. "Oh, yes, I understand perfectly well. I—"
“You are frightened,” interrupted Mr. Jones. “What is the matter ?"
“I don't want any scandal in my place. That's what's the matter."
Schomberg tried to face the situation bravely, but that steady, black stare affected him. And when he glanced aside uncomfortably, he met Ricardo's grin uncovering a lot of teeth, though the man seemed absorbed in his thoughts all the time. ✓"And, moreover,” went on Mr. Jones in that distant tone of his, "you can't help yourself. Here we are and here we stay. Would you try to put us out ? I dare say you could do it; but you couldn't do it without getting badly hurt--very badly hurt. We can promise him that, can't we, Martin ?”
The secretary retracted his lips and looked up sharply at Schomberg, as if only too anxious to leap upon him with teeth and claws.
Schomberg managed to produce a deep laugh. “Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Mr. Jones closed his eyes wearily, as if the light hurt them, and looked remarkably like a corpse for a moment. This was bad enough; but when he opened them again, it was almost a worse trial for Schomberg's nerves. The spectral intensity of that glance, fixed on the hotel-keeper (and this was most frightful), without any definite expression, seemed to dissolve the last grain of resolution in his character.
“You don't think, by any chance, that you have to do with ordinary people, do you ?" inquired Mr. Jones, in his lifeless manner.
“He's a gentleman,” testified Martin Ricardo with a sudden snap of the lips, after which his moustaches stirred by themselves in an odd, feline manner.
“Oh, I wasn't thinking of that,” said plain Mr. Jones, while Schomberg, dumb and planted heavily in his chair, looked from one to the other, leaning forward a little. “Of course I am that; but Ricardo attaches too much importance to a social advantage. What I mean, for instance, is that he, quiet and inoffensive as you see him sitting here, would think nothing of setting fire to this house of entertainment
It would blaze like a box of matches. Think of that! It wouldn't advance your affairs much, would it ?—whatever happened to us."
"Come, come, gentlemen,” remonstrated Schomberg in a murmur. “This is very wild talk!"
“And you have been used to deal with tame people, haven't you ? But we aren't tame. We once kept a whole angry town at bay for days, and then we got away with our plunder. It was in Venezuela. Ask Martin here he can tell you."
Instinctively Schomberg looked at Ricardo, who only passed the tip of his tongue over his lips with an uncanny sort of gusto, but did not offer to begin.
"Well, perhaps it would be a rather long story," Mr. Jones conceded after a short silence.
“I have no desire to hear it, I am sure,” said Schomberg. “This isn't Venezuela. You wouldn't get away from here like that. But all this is silly talk of the worst sort. Do you mean to say you would make deadly trouble for the sake of a few guilders that you and that other"-eyeing Ricardo suspiciously, as one would look at a strange animal -“gentleman can win of an evening? 'Tisn't as if my customers were a lot of rich men with pockets full of cash. I wonder you take so much trouble and risk for so little money."
Schomberg's argument was met by Mr. Jones's statement that one must do something to kill time. Killing time was not forbidden. For the rest, being in a communicative mood, Mr. Jones said languidly and in a voice indifferent, as if issuing from a tomb, that he depended on himself, as if the world were still one great, wild jungle without law. Martin was something like that, too—for reasons of his own.
All these statements Ricardo confirmed by grins. Schomberg lowered his eyes, for the sight of these two men intimidated him; but he was losing patience.