"
"Will Stark pass them?"
"Under restrictions. That's all been seen to."
At this point it appeared to Mr. Brewster that he had figured as a
cipher quite long enough.
"Am I right in assuming that you are talking of my party's
departure?" he inquired.
"Yes," said Sherwen. "The Dutch will let you through the
blockade."
"Then my cablegram reached the proper parties at Washington," said
the magnate, with an I-knew-it-would-be-that-way air.
"Thanks to Mr. Perkins."
"Of course, of course. That will be--er--suitably attended to
later."
The Unspeakable Perk turned and regarded him fixedly; but, owing
to the goggles, the expression was indeterminable.
"The fact is it would be more convenient for me to go day after
to-morrow than to-morrow."
"Then you'd better rent a house," was the begoggled one's sharp
and brief advice.
"Why so?" queried the great man, startled.
"Because if you don't get out to-morrow, you may not get out for
months."
"As I understand the Dutch permit, it specifies AFTER to-day."
"It isn't a question of the Dutch. Caracuna City goes under
quarantine to-night, and Puerto del Norte to-morrow, as soon as
proper official notification can be given.
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