And of course that was ridiculous。 He had made up his mind for
the success of what he called his career； that he was too young to
marry； but he was sure； should he propose to marry Monica； every
one would say he was too old。 And there was another consideration。
What of the brother？ Would his government send him to a foreign
post when his wife was the sister of a man they had just sent to the
penitentiary？
He could hear them say in London； 〃We know your first secretary；
but who is Mrs。 Everett？〃 And the American visitor would explain：
〃She is the sister of 'Inky Dink；' the forger。 He is bookkeeping
in Sing Sing。〃
Certainly it would be a handicap。 He tried to persuade himself
that Monica so entirely filled his thoughts because in Camaguay
there was no one else； it was a case of propinquity； her loneliness
and the fact that she lay under a shadow for which she was not to
blame appealed to his chivalry。 So； he told himself； in thinking of
Monica except as a charming companion； he was an ass。 And then；
arguing that in calling himself an ass he had shown his saneness
and impartiality； he felt justified in seeing her daily。
One morning Garland came to the legation to tell Everett that
Peabody was in danger of bringing about international
complications by having himself thrust into the cartel。
〃If he qualifies for this local jail；〃 said Garland； 〃you will have
a lot of trouble setting him free。 You'd better warn him it's
easier to keep out than to get out。〃
〃What has he been doing？〃 asked the minister。
〃Poaching on Ward's ruins；〃 said the consul。 〃He certainly is a
hustler。 He pretends to go to Copan； but really goes to Cobre。
Ward had him followed and threatened to have him arrested。
Peabody claims any tourist has a right to visit the ruins so long
as he does no excavating。 Ward accused him of exploring the place
by night and taking photographs by flash…light of the hieroglyphs。
He's put an armed guard at the ruins； and he told Peabody they are
to shoot on sight。 So Peabody went to Mendoza and said if anybody
took a shot at him he'd bring warships down here and blow Amapala
off the map。〃
〃A militant archaeologist；〃 said Everett； 〃is something new。 Peabody
is too enthusiastic。 He and his hieroglyphs are becoming a bore。〃
He sent for Peabody and told him unless he curbed his spirit his
minister could not promise to keep him out of a very damp and
dirty dungeon。
〃I am too enthusiastic；〃 Peabody admitted； 〃but to me this fellow
Ward is like a red flag to the bull。 His private graft is holding
up the whole scientific world。 He won't let us learn the truth；
and he's too ignorant to learn it himself。 Why； he told me Cobre
dated from 1578； when Palacio wrote of it to Philip the Second；
not knowing that in that very letter Palacio states that he found
Cobre in ruins。 Is it right a man as ignorant〃
Everett interrupted by levelling his finger。
〃You；〃 he commanded； 〃keep out of those ruins！ My dear professor；〃
he continued reproachfully； 〃you are a student； a man of peace。
Don't try to wage war on these Amapalans。 They're lawless； they're
unscrupulous。 So is Ward。 Besides； you are in the wrong； and if
they turn ugly； your minister cannot help you。〃 He shook his head
and smiled doubtfully。 〃I can't understand；〃 he exclaimed； 〃why
you're so keen。 It's only a heap of broken pottery。 Sometimes I
wonder if your interest in Cobre is that only of the archaeologist。〃
〃What other interest〃 demanded Peabody。
〃Doesn't Ward's buried treasure appeal at all？〃 asked the
minister。 〃I mean； of course； to your imagination。 It does to
mine。〃
The young professor laughed tolerantly。
〃Buried treasure！〃 he exclaimed。 〃If Ward has found treasure； and
I think he has； he's welcome to it。 What we want is what you call
the broken pottery。 It means nothing to you； but to men like
myself； who live eight hundred years behind the times； it is much
more precious than gold。〃
A few moments later Professor Peabody took his leave； and it was
not until he had turned the corner of the Calle Morazan that he
halted and； like a man emerging from water； drew a deep breath。
〃Gee！〃 muttered the distinguished archeologist； 〃that was a close
call！〃
One or two women had loved Everett； and after five weeks； in
which almost daily he had seen Monica； he knew she cared for him。
This discovery made him entirely happy and filled him with dismay。
It was a complication he had not foreseen。 It left him at the parting
of two ways； one of which he must choose。 For his career he was
willing to renounce marriage； but now that Monica loved him； even
though he had consciously not tried to make her love him； had he
the right to renounce it for her also？ He knew that the difference
between Monica and his career lay in the fact that he loved Monica
and was in love with his career。 Which should he surrender？ Of this
he thought long and deeply； until one night； without thinking at all；
he chose。
Colonel Goddard had given a dance； and； as all invited were
Americans； the etiquette was less formal than at the gatherings
of the Amapalans。 For one thing； the minister and Monica were
able to sit on the veranda overlooking the garden without his
having to fight a duel in the morning。
It was not the moonlight； or the music； or the palms that made
Everett speak。 It was simply the knowledge that it was written；
that it had to be。 And he heard himself； without prelude or
introduction； talking easily and assuredly of the life they would
lead as man and wife。 From this dream Monica woke him。 The
violet eyes were smiling at him through tears。
〃When you came；〃 said the girl； 〃and I loved you； I thought that
was the greatest happiness。 Now that I know you love me I ask
nothing more。 And I can bear it。〃
Everett felt as though an icy finger had moved swiftly down his
spine。 He pretended not to understand。
〃Bear what？〃 he demanded roughly。
〃That I cannot marry you；〃 said the girl。 〃Even had you not asked
me； in loving you I would have been happy。 Now that I know you
thought of me as your wife； I am proud。 I am grateful。 And the
obstacle〃
Everett laughed scornfully。
〃There is no obstacle。〃
Monica shook her head。 Unafraid； she looked into his eyes； her
own filled with her love for him。
〃Don't make it harder；〃 she said。 〃My brother is hiding from the
law。 What he did I don't know。 When it happened I was at the
convent； and he did not send for me until he had reached Amapala。
I never asked why we came； but were I to marry you； with your name
and your position； every one else would ask。 And the scandal would
follow you； wherever you went it would follow； it would put an end
to your career。〃
His career； now that Monica urged it as her rival； seemed to
Everett particularly trivial。
〃I don't know what your brother did either；〃 he said。 〃His sins
are on his own head。 They're not on yours； nor on mine。 I don't
judge him； neither do I intend to let him spoil my happiness。 Now
that I have found you I will never let you go。〃
Sadly Monica shook her head and smiled。
〃When you leave here；〃 she said； 〃for some new post； you won't
forget me； but you'll be grateful that I let you go alone； that I was
not a drag on you。 When you go back to your great people and
your proud and beautiful princesses； all this will seem a strange
dream； and you will be glad you are awakeand free。〃
〃The idea of marrying you； Monica；〃 said Everett； 〃is not new。 It did
not occur to me only since we moved out here into the moonlight。
Since I first saw you I've thought of you； and only of you。 I've
thought of you with me in every corner of the globe； as my wife；
my sweetheart； my partner； riding through jungles as we ride here；
sitting opposite me at our own table； putting the proud and beautiful
princesses at their ease。 And in all places； at all moments； you make
all other women tawdry and absurd。 And I don't think you are the
most wonderful person I ever met because I love you； but I love you
because you are the most wonderful person I ever met。〃
〃I am young；〃 said Monica； 〃but since I began to love you I am
very old。 And I see clearly that it cannot be。〃
〃Dear heart；〃 cried Everett； 〃that is quite morbid。 What the
devil do I care what your brother has done！ I am not marrying
your brother。〃
For a long time； leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and
her face buried in her hands； the girl sat silent。 It was as though she
were praying。 Everett knew it was not of him； but of her brother；
she was thinking； and his heart ached for her。 For him to cut the
brother out of his life was not difficult； what it meant to her he
could guess。
When the girl raised her eyes they were eloquent with distress。
〃He has been so good to me；〃 she said； 〃always so gentle。 He has
been mother and father to me。 He is the first person I can remember。
When I was a child he put me to bed； he dressed me； and comforted
me。 When we became rich there was nothing he did not wish to give
me。 I cannot leave him。 He needs me more than ever I needed him。 I
am all he has。 And there is this besides。 Were I to marry； of all th