A Bid for Fortune | Page 2

with a keen eye to the main chance.
"And where is Cuyaba?" she asked humbly.
"Cuyaba," he replied, rolling his tongue with considerable relish round
his unconscious mispronunciation of the name, "is a town almost on the
western or Bolivian border of Brazil. It is of moderate size, is situated
on the banks of the river Cuyaba, and is considerably connected with
the famous Brazilian Diamond Fields."
"And does the writer of this letter live there?"
"I cannot say. He writes from there--that is enough for us."
"And he orders dinner for four--here, in a private room overlooking the
river, three months ahead--punctually at eight o'clock, gives you a list
of the things he wants, and even arranges the decoration of the table.
Says he has never seen either of his three friends before; that one of
them hails from (here she consulted the letter again) Hang-chow,
another from Bloemfontein, while the third resides, at present, in
England. Each one is to present an ordinary visiting card with a red dot
on it to the porter in the hall, and to be shown to the room at once. I
don't understand it at all."
The manager paused for a moment, and then said
deliberately,--"Hang-chow is in China, Bloemfontein is in South
Africa."
"What a wonderful man you are, to be sure, Mr. McPherson! I never
can think how you manage to carry so much in your head."

There spoke the true woman. And it was a move in the right direction,
for the manager was susceptible to her gentle influence, as she had
occasion to know.
At this juncture the head waiter appeared upon the scene, and took up a
position just inside the doorway, as if he were afraid of injuring the
carpet by coming farther.
"Is No. 22 ready, Williams?"
"Quite ready, sir. The wine is on the ice, and cook tells me he'll be
ready to dish punctual to the moment."
"The letter says, 'no electric light; candles with red shades.' Have you
put on those shades I got this morning?"
"Just seen it done this very minute, sir."
"And let me see, there was one other thing." He took the letter from the
chief bookkeeper's hand and glanced at it. "Ah, yes, a porcelain saucer,
and a small jug of new milk upon the mantelpiece. An extraordinary
request, but has it been attended to?"
"I put it there myself, sir."
"Who wait?"
"Jones, Edmunds, Brooks, and Tomkins."
"Very good. Then I think that will do. Stay! You had better tell the hall
porter to look out for three gentlemen presenting plain visiting cards
with a little red spot on them. Let Brooks wait in the hall, and when
they arrive tell him to show them straight up to the room."
"It shall be done, sir."
The head waiter left the room, and the manager stretched himself in his
chair, yawned by way of showing his importance, and then said
solemnly,--

"I don't believe they'll any of them turn up; but if they do, this Dr.
Nikola, whoever he may be, won't be able to find fault with my
arrangements."
Then, leaving the dusty high road of Business, he and his companion
wandered in the shady bridle-paths of Love--to the end that when the
chief bookkeeper returned to her own department she had forgotten the
strange dinner party about to take place upstairs, and was busily
engaged upon a calculation as to how she would look in white satin and
orange blossoms, and, that settled, fell to wondering whether it was true,
as Miss Joyce, a subordinate, had been heard to declare, that the
manager had once shown himself partial to a certain widow with
reputed savings and a share in an extensive egg and dairy business.
At ten minutes to eight precisely a hansom drew up at the steps of the
hotel. As soon as it stopped, an undersized gentleman, with a clean
shaven countenance, a canonical corporation, and bow legs, dressed in
a decidedly clerical garb, alighted. He paid and discharged his cabman,
and then took from his ticket pocket an ordinary white visiting card,
which he presented to the gold-laced individual who had opened the
apron. The latter, having noted the red spot, called a waiter, and the
reverend gentleman was immediately escorted upstairs.
Hardly had the attendant time to return to his station in the hall, before
a second cab made its appearance, closely followed by a third. Out of
the second jumped a tall, active, well-built man of about thirty years of
age. He was dressed in evening dress of the latest fashion, and to
conceal it from the vulgar gaze, wore a large Inverness cape of heavy
texture. He also in his turn handed a white card to the porter, and,
having done