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The Climax of the d’Anconias
"Don’tyouthinkitwouldbebetterifyoutookyourcoatoffandsatdown?"
Sheknewshehadmadeamistakebybetrayingtoomuchintensity.Sheturnedcoldly,removedhercoatandthrewitaside.Hedidnotrisetohelpher.Shesatdowninanarmchair.Heremainedonthefloor,atsomedistance,butitseemedasifheweresittingatherfeet.
"WhatwasitIdidwithfullintention?"heasked.
"TheentireSanSebastiánswindle."
"Whatwasmyfullintention?"
"ThatiswhatIwanttoknow."
Hechuckled,asifshehadaskedhimtoexplaininconversationacomplexsciencerequiringalifetimeofstudy.
"YouknewthattheSanSebastiánmineswereworthless,"shesaid."Youknewitbeforeyoubeganthewholewretchedbusiness."
"ThenwhydidIbeginit?"
"Don’tstarttellingmethatyougainednothing.Iknowit.Iknowyoulostfifteenmilliondollarsofyourownmoney.Yetitwasdoneonpurpose."
"Canyouthinkofamotivethatwouldpromptmetodoit?"
"No.It’sinconceivable."
"Isit?YouassumethatIhaveagreatmind,agreatknowledgeandagreatproductiveability,sothatanythingIundertakemustnecessarilybesuccessful.AndthenyouclaimthatIhadnodesiretoputoutmybesteffortforthePeople’sStateofMexico.Inconceivable,isn’tit?"
"Youknew,beforeyouboughtthatproperty,thatMexicowasinthehandsofalooters’government.Youdidn’thavetostartaminingprojectforthem."
"No,Ididn’thaveto.