Elbert Jones and
William Howard. Hyde was not certain whether they would be amenable to
his program. Well, he would see.
A shadow loomed in his doorway. He looked up to see Adrian Stanley and
Robert Windham.
"Come in. Come in." He tried to speak cordially, but there was a shade
of irritation in his tone. They, too, were a problem.
"Be seated," he invited, as the two men entered. But they stood before
him rather stiffly.
"Is there any--news?" asked Adrian.
"Nothing favorable," said Hyde uneasily. He made an impatient gesture.
"You can see for yourselves, gentlemen, that my hands are tied. The
man--what's-his-name?--McTurpin, has a perfectly correct conveyance
signed by your son. Benito, I understand, does not deny his signature.
And his right is unquestioned, for the property came to him direct from
his uncle, who was Francisco Garvez' only son."
"But--" began Adrian hotly.
"Yes, yes, I know," Hyde interrupted. "The man is a rascal. But what of
that? It does not help us; I have no power to aid you, gentlemen."
CHAPTER XIV
THE AUCTION ON THE BEACH
It was the morning of July 20. Fog drifts rode the bay like huge white
swans, shrouding the Island of Alcatraz with a rise and fall of
impalpable wings and casting many a whilom plume over the tents and
adobe houses nestling between sandhills and scrub-oaks in the cove of
San Francisco.
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