Again Nostromo, gazing abstractedly at the body of the late Senor Hirsch, remained silent, thinking that the doctor was a dangerous person in more than one sense. It was impossible to trust him.
`Do you speak in the name of Don Carlos?' he asked at last.
`Yes. I do,' the doctor said, loudly, without hesitation. `He must come forward now. He must,' he added in a mutter, which Nostromo did not catch.
`What did you say, senor ?'
The doctor started. `I say that you must be true to yourself, Capataz.
It would be worse than folly to fail now.'
`True to myself,' repeated Nostromo, `How do you know that I would not be true to myself if I told you to go to the devil with your propositions?'
`I do not know. Maybe you would,' the doctor said, with a roughness of tone intended to hide the sinking of his heart and the faltering of his voice. `All I know is that you had better get away from here. Some of Sotillo's men may turn up here looking for me.'
He slipped off the table, listened intently. The Capataz, too, stood up.
`Suppose I went to Cayta, what would you do meantime?' he asked.
`I would go to Sotillo directly you had left -- in the way I am thinking of.'
`A very good way -- if only that engineer-in-chief consents. Remind him, senor , that I looked after the old rich Englishman who pays for the railway, and that I saved the lives of some of his people that time when a gang of thieves came from the south to wreck one of his pay-trains.
It was I who discovered it all at the risk of my life, by pretending to enter into their plans. Just as you are doing with Sotillo.'
`Yes. Yes, of course. But I can offer him better arguments,' the doctor said, hastily. `Leave it to me.'
`Ah, yes! True. I am nothing.'
`Not at all. You are everything.'
They moved a few paces towards the door. Behind them the late Senor Hirsch preserved the immobility of a disregarded man.
`That will be all right. I know what to say to the engineer,' pursued the doctor, in a low tone. `My difficulty will be with Sotillo.'
And Dr Monygham stopped short in the doorway as if intimidated by the difficulty. He had made the sacrifice of his life. He considered this a fitting opportunity. But he did not want to throw his life away too soon.
In his quality of betrayer of Don Carlos's confidence, he would have ultimately to indicate the hiding-place of the treasure. That would be the end of his deception, and the end of himself as well, at the hands of the infuriated colonel. He wanted to delay him to the very last moment; and he had been racking his brains to invent some place of concealment at once plausible and difficult of access.
He imparted his trouble to Nostromo, and concluded:
`Do you know what, Capataz? I think that when the time comes and some information must be given, I shall indicate the Great Isabel. That is the best place I can think of. What is the matter?'
A low exclamation had escaped Nostromo. The doctor waited, surprised, and after a moment of profound silence, heard a thick voice stammer out `Utter folly', and stop with a gasp.
`Why folly?'
`Ah! You do not see it,' began Nostromo, scathingly, gathering scorn as he went on. `Three men in half an hour would see that no ground had been disturbed anywhere on that island. Do you think that such a treasure can be buried without leaving traces of the work -- eh! Senor Doctor? Why, you would not gain half a day more before having your throat cut by Sotillo.
The Isabel! What stupidity! What miserable invention! Ah! you are all alike, you fine men of intelligence. All you are fit for is to betray men of the people into undertaking deadly risks for objects that you are not even sure about. If it comes off you get the benefit. If not, then it does not matter. He is only a dog. Ah! Madre de Dios , I would--' He shook his fists above his head.
The doctor was overwhelmed at first by this fierce, hissing vehemence.
`Well! It seems to me on your own showing that the men of the people are no mean fools, too,' he said, sullenly. `No, but come. You are so clever.
Have you a better place?'
Nostromo had calmed down as quickly as he had flared up.
`I am clever enough for that,' he said, quietly, almost with indifference.
`You want to tell him of a hiding-place big enough to take days in ransacking -- a place where a treasure of silver ingots can be buried without leaving a sign on the surface.'
`And close at hand,' the doctor put in.
`Just so, senor . Tell him it is sunk.'
`This has the merit of being the truth,' the doctor said, contemptuously.
`He will not believe it.'
`You tell him that it is sunk where he may hope to lay his hands on it, and he will believe you quick enough. Tell him it has been sunk in the harbour in order to be recovered afterwards by divers. Tell him you found out that I had orders from Don Carlos Gould to lower the cases quietly overboard somewhere in a line between the end of the jetty and the entrance.
The depth is not too great there. He has no divers, but he has a ship, boats, ropes, chains, sailors -- of a sort. Let him fish for the silver.
Let him set his fools to drag backwards and forwards and crossways while he sits and watches till his eyes drop out of his head.'
`Really, this is an admirable idea,' muttered the doctor.
` Si . You tell him that, and see whether he will not believe you!
He will spend days in rage and torment -- and still he will believe. He will have no thought for anything else. He will not give up till he is driven off -- why, he may even forget to kill you. He will neither eat nor sleep. He--'
`The very thing! The very thing!' the doctor repeated in an excited whisper. `Capataz, I begin to believe that you are a great genius in your way.'
Nostromo had paused; then began again in a changed tone, sombre, speaking to himself as though he had forgotten the doctor's existence.
