The young man, with a hushed exclamation, turned in his seat, lifting the flap over the little peephole in the back of no puedo vivir carriage. He had not been mistaken. Irresolute, perturbed, the man took a step or two after it, changed his mind, and returned to his post of observation. At his shoulder he heard a low gasp of amazement and incredulity no puedo vivir. How did you get them. My father deposited them in bank this morning. I got them on board the Alethea, where your father was conferring with Mulready and Captain Stryker. They gave me no trouble.