"De cellar door is open, carry it all in and put it in de
back part and nobody ain't never going to know how long it has been
in dar."
The old negro went back into the kitchen and the little man began
to unload the dray. He carried in five wine cases and stowed them
away in the back part of the cellar as the old woman had directed.
Then, after having satisfied himself that no one was watching, he
took from the dray two heavy paper sacks, presumably filled with
flour, and a little bundle wrapped in an old newspaper; these he
carefully hid behind the wine cases in the cellar. After awhile he
closed the door, climbed on his dray, and drove off down the alley.
About eight o'clock in the evening of the same day, a Mexican
sailor dodged in the front gate and slipped down to the side of the
house. He stopped by the window and tapped on it with his finger.
In a moment a woman opened the door. She was tall, lithe, and
splendidly proportioned, with a dark Spanish face and straight
hair. The man stepped inside. The woman bolted the door and
turned round.
"Ah," she said, smiling, "it is you, Senor? How good of you!"
The man started.
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