"
The Mexican shook his head. "No! No! Please, Mr. Secretary! We do
not know him well. He has shown no willingness to understand us. You!
you are the one we believe in! We have watched you for years. We know
that you are honest and disinterested."
"But I shall have to give both the President and the Secretary of State
this information," insisted Enoch.
"That is in your hands," said Senor Cadiz.
"Then," Enoch nodded as Jonas appeared with the inevitable tinkling
glasses, "remain quietly in Washington until you hear from me again."
Jonas held the door open on the departing callers with disapproval in
every line of his face.
"How come that colored trash to be setting in the parlors of the
government, boss?" asked he.
"They are Mexicans, Jonas," replied Enoch.
"Just a new name for niggers, boss," snapped Jonas, following Enoch up
the stairs. "Don't you trust any colored man that ain't willing to
call hisself black."
Enoch laughed and settled himself to an entry in the journal.
"This was the happiest day of my life, Diana. We are going to be great
friends, are we not! And the philosophers tell us that friendship is
the most soul-satisfying of all human relationships. I have been very
vacillating in my attitude to you, since you came to Washington.
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