Give to me the papers." Mr.Wood reproduced the file.

Garcia ran over it with trembling fingers until at last he clutched the fateful document.

Not content with opening it and glancing at its text and signature, he took it to the window.
"It is the same," he muttered with a sigh of relief.
"Of course it is," said Mr.Wood sharply.

"The papers are all there.
You're a fool, Victor Garcia!" And so he was.

And, for the matter of that, so was Mr.Saponaceous Wood, of counsel.
Meanwhile Miss De Haro returned to San Francisco and resumed her work.