"Go to
him, tell him what you have told me, and do as he directs. Another
thing, don't return here unless it is necessary; otherwise when
you land in Cuba you may have cause to regret it." Mr. Enriquez
extended his hand, and when O'Reilly tried to thank him he shook
his head. "It is nothing. I wish you success, but--I fear you have
tackled a big proposition."
Dr. Alvarado, a high type of the Cuban professional man, was
expecting O'Reilly. He listened patiently to his caller's somewhat
breathless recital.
"You do well to avoid the cities where you are known," he agreed.
"It would be madness, under the circumstances, even to be seen in
Matanzas: those enemies of--your friends--would have you deported.
But just how to reach the Insurrectos--"
"If you'd merely give me a letter saying I'm a friend--"
The doctor promptly negatived this suggestion. "Surely you don't
think it can be done as easily as that?" he inquired. "In the
first place, wherever you land, you will be watched and probably
searched. Such a letter, if discovered, would not only end your
chances, but it would bring certain disaster upon those to whom it
was written. I have no right to jeopardize the lives of those I
hold dear. These are perilous times for all good Cubans, Mr.
O'Reilly. Enriquez told me about that poor girl. She bears a
famous name and--I want to help her.
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