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for reparation from a penitent country. The political Gefehad been exasperated. But he could not very well throw thebrother-in-law of Don Jose into the prison of the Cabildo.The chief magistrate, an easy-going and popular official,visited the Casa Gould, walking over after sunset from theIntendencia, unattended, acknowledging with dignifiedcourtesy the salutations of high and low alike. That eveninghe had walked up straight to Charles Gould and hadhissed out to him that he would have liked to deport theGrand Vicar out of Sulaco, anywhere, to some desert island,to the Isabels, for instance. ‘The one without water preferably—eh,Don Carlos?’ he had added in a tone between jestand earnest. This uncontrollable priest, who had rejectedhis offer of the episcopal palace for a residence and preferredto hang his shabby hammock amongst the rubbleand spiders of the sequestrated Dominican Convent, hadtaken into his head to advocate an unconditional pardonfor Hernandez the Robber! And this was not enough; heseemed to have entered into communication with the mostaudacious criminal the country had known for years. TheSulaco police knew, of course, what was going on. PadreCorbelan had got hold of that reckless Italian, the Capatazde Cargadores, the only man fit for such an errand, and hadsent a message through him. Father Corbelan had studiedin Rome, and could speak Italian. The Capataz was knownto visit the old Dominican Convent at night. An old womanwho served the Grand Vicar had heard the name of Hernandezpronounced; and only last Saturday afternoon theCapataz had been observed galloping out of town. He did