Joseph Conrad: Nostromo

PART THIRD: THE LIGHTHOUSE
9. CHAPTER NINE (continued)

"Ah, yes! True. I am nothing."

"Not at all. You are everything."

They moved a few paces towards the door. Behind them the late
Senor Hirsch preserved the immobility of a disregarded man.

"That will be all right. I know what to say to the engineer,"
pursued the doctor, in a low tone. "My difficulty will be with
Sotillo."

And Dr. Monygham stopped short in the doorway as if intimidated
by the difficulty. He had made the sacrifice of his life. He
considered this a fitting opportunity. But he did not want to
throw his life away too soon. In his quality of betrayer of Don
Carlos' confidence, he would have ultimately to indicate the
hiding-place of the treasure. That would be the end of his
deception, and the end of himself as well, at the hands of the
infuriated colonel. He wanted to delay him to the very last
moment; and he had been racking his brains to invent some place
of concealment at once plausible and difficult of access.

He imparted his trouble to Nostromo, and concluded--

"Do you know what, Capataz? I think that when the time comes and
some information must be given, I shall indicate the Great
Isabel. That is the best place I can think of. What is the
matter?"

A low exclamation had escaped Nostromo. The doctor waited,
surprised, and after a moment of profound silence, heard a thick
voice stammer out, "Utter folly," and stop with a gasp.

"Why folly?"

"Ah! You do not see it," began Nostromo, scathingly, gathering
scorn as he went on. "Three men in half an hour would see that no
ground had been disturbed anywhere on that island. Do you think
that such a treasure can be buried without leaving traces of the
work--eh! senor doctor? Why! you would not gain half a day more
before having your throat cut by Sotillo. The Isabel! What
stupidity! What miserable invention! Ah! you are all alike, you
fine men of intelligence. All you are fit for is to betray men of
the people into undertaking deadly risks for objects that you are
not even sure about. If it comes off you get the benefit. If not,
then it does not matter. He is only a dog. Ah! Madre de Dios, I
would--" He shook his fists above his head.

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