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Chapter 6
AndItalkedtohimuponthatsaneandpracticalassumption.”
“Iprefertothinkhimdisinterested,andthereforetrustworthy,”Mrs.Gouldsaid,withthenearestapproachtocurtnessitwasinhernaturetoassume.
“Well,ifso,thenthesilverwillbestillmoresafe.Letitcomedown,senora.Letitcomedown,sothatitmaygonorthandreturntousintheshapeofcredit.”
Mrs.Gouldglancedalongthecorredortowardsthedoorofherhusband’sroom.Decoud,watchingherasifshehadhisfateinherhands,detectedanalmostimperceptiblenodofassent.Hebowedwithasmile,and,puttinghishandintothebreastpocketofhiscoat,pulledoutafanoflightfeatherssetuponpaintedleavesofsandal-wood.“Ihaditinmypocket,”hemurmured,triumphantly,“foraplausiblepretext.”Hebowedagain.“Good-night,senora.”
Mrs.Gouldcontinuedalongthecorredorawayfromherhusband’sroom.ThefateoftheSanTomeminewaslyingheavyuponherheart.Itwasalongtimenowsinceshehadbeguntofearit.Ithadbeenanidea.Shehadwatcheditwithmisgivingsturningintoafetish,andnowthefetishhadgrownintoamonstrousandcrushingweight.Itwasasiftheinspirationoftheirearlyyearshadleftherhearttoturnintoawallofsilver-bricks,erectedbythesilentworkofevilspirits,betweenherandherhusband
