at a sacrifice to myself. I love Don Esteban's children as my very
own; and you, senora--"

Isabel knew that she must win a complete victory at once or accept
irretrievable defeat,

"Never!" she interrupted, with a tone of finality. "I can't accept
your sacrifice. I am not worthy. Kindly arrange to turn over your
books of account at once. I shall make you as handsome a present
as my circumstances will permit in recognition of your long and
faithful service."

Then Pancho Cueto did an unexpected thing: he laughed shortly and
shook his head.

Dona Isabel was ready to faint and her voice quavered as she went
on: "Understand me, we part the best of friends despite all I have
heard against you. I do not believe these stories people tell, for
you probably have enemies. Even if all they say were true I should
force myself to be lenient because of your affection for my
husband."

The man rose, still smiling. "It is I who have been lenient," said
he.

"Eh? Speak plainly."

"Gladly. I have long suspected that Don Esteban hid the deeds of
his property with the rest of his valuables, and now that you
admit--"