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Nevertheless, the curate, without his hat, rushes across “I’m not talking about him.”
the street, to the scandalizing of many old women, and,
greater scandal still, directs his steps toward the house “Then, what?”
of the alferez. The devout women then think it time to
cease the movement of their lips in order to kiss the
The friar made a sign toward the door, which the alferez
curate’s hand, but Padre Salvi takes no notice of them.
closed in his own way–with a kick, for he had found his
This evening he finds no pleasure in placing his bony
hands superfluous and had lost nothing by ceasing to be
hand on his Christian nose that he may slip it down
bimanous.
dissemblingly (as Doña Consolacion has observed)
over the bosom of the attractive young woman who may
have bent over to receive his blessing. Some important A curse and a roar sounded outside. “Brute, you’ve split
matter must be engaging his attention when he thus my forehead open!” yelled his wife.
forgets his own interests and those of the Church!
“Now, unburden yourself,” he said calmly to the curate.
In fact, he rushes headlong up the stairway and knocks
impatiently at the alferez’s door. The latter puts in his The latter stared at him for a space, then asked in the
appearance, scowling, followed by his better half, who nasal, droning voice of the preacher, “Didn’t you see me
smiles like one of the damned. come–running?”
“Ah, Padre, I was just going over to see you. That old “Sure! I thought you’d lost something.”
goat of yours–”
“Well, now,” continued the curate, without heeding the
“I have a very important matter–” alferez’s rudeness, “when I fail thus in my duty, it’s
because there are grave reasons.”
“I can’t stand for his running about and breaking down
the fence. I’ll shoot him if he comes back!” “Well, what else?” asked the other, tapping the floor with
his foot.
“That is, if you are alive tomorrow!” exclaimed the
panting curate as he made his way toward the sala. “Be calm!”
“What, do you think that puny doll will kill me? I’ll bust “Then why did you come in such a hurry?”
him with a kick!”
The curate drew nearer to him and asked mysteriously,
Padre Salvi stepped backward with an involuntary “Haven’t– you–heard–anything?”
glance toward the alferez’s feet. “Whom are you talking
about?” he asked tremblingly. The alferez shrugged his shoulders.
“About whom would I talk but that simpleton who has “You admit that you know absolutely nothing?”
challenged me to a duel with revolvers at a hundred
paces?”
“Do you want to talk about Elias, who put away your in ambush, send me four guards for the convento, and
senior sacristan last night?” was the retort. notify the men in charge of the boat.”
“No, I’m not talking about those matters,” answered the “The boat isn’t here. I’ll ask for help from the other
curate ill-naturedly. “I’m talking about a great danger.” sections.”
“Well, damn it, out with it!” “No, for then the plotters would be warned and would not
carry out their plans. What we must do is to catch them
“Come,” said the friar slowly and disdainfully, “you see alive and make them talk –I mean, you’ll make them talk,
once more how important we ecclesiastics are. The since I, as a priest, must not meddle in such matters.
meanest lay brother is worth as much as a regiment, Listen, here’s where you win crosses and stars. I ask
while a curate–” only that you make due acknowledgment that it was I
who warned you.”
Then he added in a low and mysterious tone, “I’ve
discovered a big conspiracy!” “It’ll be acknowledged, Padre, it’ll be acknowledged–and
perhaps you’ll get a miter!” answered the glowing
alferez, glancing at the cuffs of his uniform.
The alferez started up and gazed in astonishment at the
friar.
“So, you send me four guards in plain clothes, eh? Be
discreet, and tonight at eight o’clock it’ll rain stars and
“A terrible and well-organized plot, which will be carried
crosses.”
out this very night.”
While all this was taking place, a man ran along the road
“This very night!” exclaimed the alferez, pushing the
leading to Ibarra’s house and rushed up the stairway.
curate aside and running to his revolver and sword
hanging on the wall.
“Is your master here?” the voice of Elias called to a
servant.
“Who’ll I arrest? Who’ll I arrest?” he cried.
The alferez was stupefied. “Look,” continued Ibarra, not noticing the youth’s
agitation, while he placed a piece of bamboo over a
flame, “I’ve made a great discovery. This bamboo is
“The woman did not tell me any more than this,” added
incombustible.”
the curate.
“Burn every letter written by you or to you–the most Elias wrung his hands, saying, “Well then, at least parry
innocent thing may be wrongly construed–” the blow. Prepare for the time when they accuse you.”
“But why all this?” Ibarra gazed about him in bewilderment. “Then help me.
There in that writing-desk are all the letters of my family.
Select those of my father, which are perhaps the ones
“Why! Because I’ve just discovered a plot that is to be
that may compromise me. Read the signatures.”
attributed to you in order to ruin you.”
“There’s no doubt of it, sir. Don’t lose any time, for the “I should say so!” answered Ibarra, as he opened a
plot will probably be carried out this very night.” chest and took out a bundle of papers. “He was my
great-grandfather.”
Ibarra, with his hands on his head and his eyes staring
unnaturally, seemed not to hear him. “Your great-grandfather Don Pedro Eibarramendia?”
again asked Elias with changed and livid features.
“The blow cannot be averted,” continued Elias. “I’ve
come late, I don’t know who the leaders are. Save “Yes,” replied Ibarra absently, “we shortened the
yourself, sir, save yourself for your country’s sake!” surname; it was too long.”
“Whither shall I flee? She expects me tonight!” “Was he a Basque?” demanded Elias, approaching him.
exclaimed Ibarra, thinking of Maria Clara.
“Yes, a Basque–but what’s the matter?” asked Ibarra in
“To any town whatsoever, to Manila, to the house of surprise.
some official, but anywhere so that they may not say that
you are directing this movement.” Clenching his fists and pressing them to his forehead,
Elias glared at Crisostomo, who recoiled when he saw
“Suppose that I myself report the plot?” the expression on the other’s face. “Do you know who
Don Pedro Eibarramendia was?” he asked between his
“You an informer!” exclaimed Elias, stepping back and teeth. “Don Pedro Eibarramendia was the villain who
staring at him. “You would appear as a traitor and falsely accused my grandfather and caused all our
coward in the eyes of the plotters and faint-hearted in misfortunes. I have sought for that name and God has
the eyes of others. They would say that you planned the revealed it to me! Render me now an accounting for our
whole thing to curry favor. They would say–” misfortunes!”
“But what’s to be done?” Elias caught and shook the arm of Crisostomo, who
gazed at him in terror. In a voice that was bitter and
trembling with hate, he said, “Look at me well, look at
one who has suffered and you live, you live, you have
wealth, a home, reputation–you live, you live!”