We
must do something of this kind. Where is he staying?"
"Alvarez, has a house near the river. He is there. I know that the two are
plotting all the while, but I cannot get the proof."
"Do Wyatt and Alvarez know that I'm out?"
"No, neither of them."
"That's good. I think I can surprise Braxton Wyatt. If I can get my hands
on him I'm sure that we'll find those maps. What kind of a house has
Alvarez?"
"You can see it from that window. A pretty place, standing among the
trees."
Henry looked, and the longer he looked the more pleased he felt. The trees
were thick around the house of Alvarez and the fact gave him an idea.
"I think I know how to do it," he said.
Oliver Pollock leaned forward, his shrewd face eager, and for a few
minutes the two talked low and earnestly.
CHAPTER XVII
THE FLAW IN THE ARMOR
Don Francisco Alvarez was in a fairly happy frame of mind. It is true that
he could have been happier, but a revulsion from a great state of suspense
had come to him. When he had been so boldly accused in the presence of the
Governor General, cold fear had struck at his heart, despite his courage
and cunning. He knew that the seeds of suspicion had been sowed deep in
the heart of Bernardo Galvez and that the plant would grow fast in the
warm, moist air of intrigue that overhung New Orleans.
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