It shall be ours--for a simple piece of engineering--ours!
The curse of Mansiche--pouf!"
He snapped his fingers defiantly as he said it. There was an air
of bravado about his manner. I could not help feeling that perhaps
in his heart he was not so sure of himself as he would have others
think.
I watched him closely, and could see that he had suddenly become
even more excited than before. It was as though some diabolical
force had taken possession of his brain, and he fought it off, but
was unable to conquer.
Kennedy followed the staring glance of Whitney's eyes, which
seemed almost to pop out of his head, as though he were suffering
from the disease exophthalmic goitre. I looked also. Senora de
Moche had come from the elevator, accompanied by Alfonso, and was
walking slowly down the corridor. As she looked to the right and
left, she had caught sight of our little group, all except
Whitney, with our backs toward her. She was now looking fixedly in
our direction, paying no attention to anything else.
Whitney was a study. I wondered what could be the relations
between these two, the frankly voluptuous woman and the
calculating full-blooded man. Whitney, for his part, seemed almost
fascinated by her gaze.
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