The Second Murray Leinster Megapack by Murray Leinster

obscene, horrible amusement.
    “Ah, Senhor,” he chuckled, “some day we will laugh together over this! You yet hope, and do not yet know how much better it will be for you if you cease to hope, and cultivate desires! The Master is pleased with you. You have just those qualities he knows are necessary in dealing with your nation. He is not angry with you. It is his intention to use you to extend his—ah—influence among the officials of your nation. You know, of course, that in but a little more time I will hold all Brazil—as I now hold this city—in the hollow of my hand. Four of the republics of this continent are already completely under the control of The Master’s deputies, and of the rest, Brazil is not the most nearly subdued. A year or two, and The Master will become Emperor, and his deputies viceroys. And it is his whim to give you the opportunity of becoming the first deputy and the first viceroy of North America. And you come to me and offer—you, Senhor!—to make terms! I believe even The Master will laugh when he hears of it.”
    “But,” said Bell practically, “do you accept my terms?”
    Ribiera chuckled again.
    “What are they, Senhor?”
    “That you release the daughter of the Senhor Canalejas and pledge your word of honor that she will not be enslaved.”
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    Ribiera’s word of honor, of course, would be worth rather less than the breath that was used to give it. But his reception of the proposal would be informative.
    He chuckled again.
    “No, Senhor. I do not accept. But I will promise you as a favor, because my uncle The Master admires you, that within a few weeks you shall enjoy her charms. I do not,” he added with amused candor, “find that any one woman diverts me for a very long time.”
    “Oh,” said Bell, very quietly.
    He sat still for an instant, and then shrugged, and looked about as if for an ash tray in which to knock the ashes from his cigarette. He stood up, carrying the tube of tobacco gingerly, and moved toward one by Ribiera’s elbow. He knocked off the ash, and crushed out the tiny coal. He fumbled in his pockets.
    The next instant Ribiera choked with terror.
    “Let me explain,” said Bell softly. “I did not give your major-domo my word that I was unarmed. I merely gave him a weapon. I got these from two policemen who tried to arrest me an hour or so ago. And I also remind you, Senhor, that if the armed men you have posted to prevent my escape try to shoot me, that the inevitable contraction of my muscles will send two bullets into your heart—even if I am dead. I am a dead man, Senhor, if you give the word, but so are you if you give it.”
    Ribiera gasped. His eyes rolled in his head.
    “Send for her,” said Bell very gently. “Send for her, Senhor. I estimate that she has been in this house for less than half an hour. Have her brought here at once, and if she has been harmed the three of us will perish very promptly, and half of Rio will go mad after our death.”
    And the muzzles of two revolvers bored into the fat flesh of Ribiera’s body, and a gasp that was almost a wail of terror came from the watchers—armed watchers—who dared not kill the man they had been posted to guard Ribiera against.
    Ribiera lifted his hand and croaked an order.

CHAPTER VI
    In this room the electric lights were necessary at all times. And it occurred to Bell irrelevantly that perhaps there were no windows because there might be sometimes rather noisy scenes within these walls. And windows will convey the sound of screaming to the outside air, while solid walls will not.
    He stood alert and grim, with his revolvers pressing into Ribiera’s flabby flesh. His fingers were tensed upon the triggers. If he killed Ribiera, he would be killed. Of course. And men and women he had known and liked might be doomed to the most horrible of fates by Ribiera’s death. Yet even the death or madness of many men was preferable to the success of the conspiracy in which Ribiera