Trent!"
Trent glanced round and nodded.
"Are you disembarking here?" he asked.
Da Souza admitted the fact. "My brother will meet me," he said.
"He is very afraid of the surf-boats, or he would have come out to
the steamer. You remember him?"
"Yes, I remember him," Trent answered. "He was not the sort of
person one forgets."
"He is a very rough diamond," Da Souza said apologetically. "He has
lived here so long that he has become almost half a native."
"And the other half a thief," Trent muttered.
Da Souza was not in the least offended.
"I am afraid," he admitted, "that his morals are not up to the
Threadneedle Street pitch, eh, Mr. Trent? But he has made quite a
great deal of money. Oh, quite a sum I can assure you. He sends
me some over to invest!"
"Well, if he's carrying on the same old game," Trent remarked, "he
ought to be coining it! By the by, of course he knows exactly where
Monty is?"
"It is what I was about to say," Da Souza assented, with a vigorous
nod of the head. "Now, my dear Mr. Trent, I know that you will have
your way. It is no use my trying to dissuade you, so listen. You
shall waste no time in searching for Monty. My brother will tell
you exactly where he is."
Trent hesitated. He would have preferred to have nothing at all to
do with Da Souza, and the very thought of Oom Sam made him shudder.
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