Replying to his assertion that Amos was responsible, Madam Marx said:
"Don't be too impetuous, Gregorio. Search cunningly before you strike.
Maybe your wife knows something."
"My wife! Not she; she is with her Englishman. Amos has stolen the boy,
and you know it as well as I do. Didn't he tell you he wanted the child?
I met him that night, and he told me if I did not pay I had only myself
to blame for the trouble that would fall on me."
"Come, come, Gregorio, cheer up!" said the woman; for the Greek, with
head resting on his hands, was sobbing violently.
"I tell you, all I cared for in life is taken from me. But I will have
my revenge, that I tell you too."
For a while they sat silent, looking into the street. At last Gregorio
spoke:
"My wife has not returned since that night, has she?"
"I have not seen her."
"Well, I must see her; she can leave the Englishman now."
Madam Marx laughed a little, but said nothing.
"There is Ahmed," cried Gregorio, as a blue-clad figure passed on the
other side of the street. He beckoned to the Arab, who came across at
his summons.
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