"A rare gift, indeed, and one which I must not claim.

This is your father's report, not mine.

He had written it in English, and all I did was to copy it on the typewriter, and to make the English stronger at points.

So I am not the author--merely the clerk." Don Luis frowned for a fleeting instant.

Then his brow cleared, and one of his charming smiles lighted his face.
"The report is a superb piece of work, and you must not believe as much as Senor Tomaso's modesty would lead him to believe, chiquita.
But this is an engineer's report, and, as such, it is not complete until it is signed.