one hundred and sixty thousand in all. Thank you."
Here he tucked the paper in his pocket and rose from
his seat. "You will hear from me in a month, perhaps
earlier. Good-day." And he waddled out.

The return of the Tampico six weeks later brought
another South American consignment. This was a
roll of plans concealed in a tin case--the identical
package which Mawkum had handed the "Bunch
of Dried Garlic" months before, together with a
document stamped, restamped and stamped again,
containing an order in due form, signed "Carlos
Onativia," for a lighthouse to be erected on the
"Garra de Lobo"--this last was in red ink--with
shipping directions, etc., etc.

With it came the clerk of the bankers (he had the
case under his arm), a reputable concern within a
stone's throw of my office, who signed the contract
and paid the first instalment.

Then followed the erection of the ironwork in the
Brooklyn yard; its inspection by the engineer appointed
by the bankers; its dismemberment and final
coat of red lead--each tie-rod and beam red as sticks
of sealing-wax--its delivery, properly bundled and
packed, aboard a sailing vessel bound for San Juan,
and the payment of the last instalment.

This closed the transaction, so far as we were