Leaning back in my chair, I smoked my morning cigar and watched Uncle Nelson open his mail. He had an old-fashioned way of doing this: holding the envelope in his left hand, clipping its right edge with his desk shears, and then removing the inclosure and carefully reading it before he returned it to its original envelope. Across one end he would make a memorandum of the contents, after which the letters were placed in a neat pile.
CHAPTER I THE BLUE ENVELOPE
Leaning back in my chair, I smoked my morning cigar and watched Uncle Nelson open his mail. He had an old-fashioned way of doing this: holding the envelope in his left hand, clipping its right edge with his desk shears, and then removing the inclosure and carefully reading it before he returned it to its original envelope. Across one end he would make a memorandum of the contents, after which the letters were placed in a neat pile.
As I watched him methodically working, Uncle Nelson raised a large blue envelope, clipped its end, and read the inclosure with an appearance of unusual interest. Then, instead of adding it to the letters before him, he laid it aside; and a few minutes later reverted to it again, giving the letter a second careful perusal. Deeply musing, for a time he sat motionless in his 10chair. Then, arousing himself from his deep abstraction, he cast a fleeting glance in my direction and composedly resumed his task.
I knew Uncle Nelson's habits so well that this affair of the blue envelope told me plainly the communication was of unusual importance. Yet the old gentleman calmly continued his work until every letter the mail contained was laid in a pile before him and fully docketed. With the last he suddenly swung around in his chair and faced me.
"Robert," said he, "how would you like to go to Brazil?"
Lacking a ready answer to this blunt question I simply stared at him.
"De Pintra has written me," he continued-"do you know of Dom Miguel de Pintra?" I shook my head. "He is one of the oldest customers of the house. His patronage assisted us in getting established. We are under deep obligations to de Pintra."
"I do not remember seeing his name upon the books," I said, thoughtfully.
11"No; before you came into the firm he had retired from business-for he is a wealthy man. But I believe this retirement has been bad for him. His energetic nature would not allow him to remain idle, and he has of late substituted politics for business."
"That is not so bad," I remarked, lightly. "Some people make a business of politics, and often it proves a fairly successful one."
My uncle nodded.
"Here in New Orleans, yes," he acknowledged; "but things are vastly different in Brazil. I am sorry to say that Dom Miguel is a leader of the revolutionists."
"Ah," said I, impressed by his grave tone. And I added: "I have supposed that Dom Pedro is secure upon his throne, and personally beloved by his subjects."
"He is doubtless secure enough," returned Uncle Nelson, dryly, "but, although much respected by his people, there is, I believe, serious opposition to an imperial form of government. Rebellions have been numerous during his reign. Indeed, these 12people of Brazil seem rapidly becoming republicans in principle, and it is to establish a republican form of government that my friend de Pintra has placed himself at the head of a conspiracy."
"Good for de Pintra!" I cried, heartily.
"No, no; it is bad," he rejoined, with a frown. "There is always danger in opposing established monarchies, and in this case the Emperor of Brazil has the countenance of both Europe and America."
As I ventured no reply to this he paused, and again regarded me earnestly.
"I believe you are the very person, Robert, I should send de Pintra. He wishes me to secure for him a secretary whom he may trust implicitly. At present, he writes me, he is surrounded by the emperor's spies. Even the members of his own household may be induced to betray him. Indeed, I imagine my old friend in a very hot-bed of intrigue and danger. Yet he believes he could trust an American who has no partiality for monarchies and no inducement to sympathize with any party but his own. Will you go, Robert?"
13The question, abrupt though it was, did not startle me. Those accustomed to meet Nelson Harcliffe's moods must think quickly. Still, I hesitated.
"Can you spare me, Uncle?"
"Not very well," he admitted. "You have relieved me of many of the tedious details of business since you came home from college. But, for de Pintra's sake, I am not only willing you should go, but I ask you, as a personal favor, to hasten to Rio and serve my friend faithfully, protecting him, so far as you may be able, from the dangers he is facing. You will find him a charming fellow-a noble man, indeed-and he needs just such a loyal assistant as I believe you will prove. Will you go, Robert?"
Uncle Nelson's sudden proposal gave me a thrill of eager interest best explained by that fascinating word "danger." Five minutes before I would have smiled at the suggestion that I visit a foreign country on so quixotic an errand; but the situation was, after all, as simple as it was sudden in development, and my uncle's earnest voice 14and eyes emphasized his request in no uncertain manner. Would I go? Would I, a young man on the threshold of life, with pulses readily responding to the suggestion of excitement and adventure, leave my humdrum existence in a mercantile establishment to mingle in the intrigues of a nation striving to cast off the shackles of a monarchy and become free and independent? My answer was assured.
Nevertheless, we Harcliffes are chary of exhibiting emotion. Any eagerness on my part would, I felt, have seriously displeased my reserved and deliberate uncle. Therefore I occupied several minutes in staring thoughtfully through the open window before I finally swung around in my chair and answered:
"Yes, Uncle, I will go."
"Thank you," said he, a flush of pleasure spreading over his fine old face. Then he turned again to the letter in the blue envelope. "The Castina sails on Wednesday, I see, and Dom Miguel wishes his new secretary to go on her. Therefore you 15must interview Captain Lertine at once, and arrange for passage."
"Very well, sir."
I took my hat, returned my uncle's grave bow, and left the office.
CHAPTER I THE BLUE ENVELOPE
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CHAPTER II VALCOUR
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CHAPTER III A GOOD REPUBLICAN
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CHAPTER IV THE CHIEFTAIN
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CHAPTER V MADAM IZABEL
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CHAPTER VI THE SECRET VAULT
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CHAPTER VII GENERAL FONSECA
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CHAPTER VIII A TERRIBLE CRIME
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CHAPTER IX THE MISSING FINGER
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CHAPTER X "FOR TO-MORROW WE DIE!"
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CHAPTER XI LESBA'S BRIGHT EYES
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CHAPTER XII THE MAN IN THE SHRUBBERY
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CHAPTER XIII DOM PEDRO DE ALCANTARA
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CHAPTER XIV THE MAN WITH THE RING
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CHAPTER XV A DANGEROUS MOMENT
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CHAPTER XVI TRAITOR TO THE CAUSE
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CHAPTER XVII THE TORCH OF REBELLION
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CHAPTER XVIII A NARROW ESCAPE
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CHAPTER XIX THE WAYSIDE INN
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CHAPTER XX "ARISE AND STRIKE!"
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CHAPTER XXI ONE MYSTERY SOLVED
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CHAPTER XXII THE DEATH SENTENCE
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CHAPTER XXIII AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR
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CHAPTER XXIV THE EMPEROR'S SPY
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CHAPTER XXV THE GIRL I LOVE
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