Your directors never made a better investment." I thanked his Excellency, accepted a cigar, and withdrew with a peaceful mind.

I had no responsibility in the matter, and cared nothing whether the directors got their interest or not.

I was, however, somewhat curious to know who had taken up the rest of the loan, a curiosity which was not destined to be satisfied for some time.
The works were begun and the interest was paid, but I cannot say that the harbor progressed rapidly; in fact, I doubt if more than one hundred thousand dollars ever found their way into the pockets of contractors or workmen over the job.

The President had some holes dug and some walls built; having reached that point, about two years after the interview above recorded he suddenly drew off the few laborers still employed, and matters came to a dead stop.
It was shortly after this occurrence that I was honored with an invitation to dine at the Golden House.

It was in the month of July, 1882.