with women Amador had to use his smelling salts, and after a sex exhibition in a brothel he vomited and had to be carried out. Then an English lord with a puny wife annexed Creighton and took him back to Piccadilly Circus. Amador wasted no time and acquired Henri, a French pianist, and they sailed for Peru. In Lima he entertained so lavishly the elect vied with each other for invitations. Being better educated than any Peruvian and very rich he became a target for husband-hunting women. Maria Canil, more aggressive than the others, maneuvered a proposal of marriage from him and elaborate preparations were made but a week before the wedding visions of sexual intercourse with Maria made Amador violently ill and he had to call it off. Lima's tongues beat a barrage against willing ears but Amador ignored them. Then destiny struck its fatal blow. Henri and an Inca law student were found dead. locked in each other's arms. A poisoned arrow had pierced their bodies. Grief stricken Amador went to Rio. There he met Zarana, a godlike, darkskinned Brazilian and brought him back to Lima. Zarana, of a prominent Portuguese family, saw no reason why Amador with all his wealth shouldn't have a title with the accompanying crest, and a large one in precious stone for his gilded carriage with its footmen dressed in gold and silver. So they went to Madrid and for $100,000 Amador became a Marquis and brought back the five-pointed crown insignia. The Peruvians were impressed and made him a member of their cabinet. Then after he made large donations they elevated him to its head. Politically he became a power to be reckoned with. It was then he decided the Peruvian educational system was wrong and should conform to that at Oxford. The students thought otherwise. They imi-

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tated his mincing walk, his girlish voice, even his lace-trimmed clothes but when they burned an effigy of him in San Martin Square he ordered the cavalry to arrest them. Five students died and many were badly wounded; the others were jailed. They went on a hunger strike so he shipped them to the jungle where all died of fever or hard work. At their trial he wore a high silk hat, Oxford morning coat with pin striped trousers, on his arm hung his gold headed cane with the insignia on it, and he langurously smoked a cigarette in a long diamondstudded holder.

Lima made no attempt to conceal her hatred for him. Imperious as a king, or I should say queen, he ignored it. Then a flash of lightning struck his ego a destructive blow. Zerana informed him that he and Amador's handsome Indian footman were leaving for Rio. The day after their departure Amador ordered his bedroom filled with orchids brought from the jungle at great expense, then he donned a Venetian lace nightgown. and while an orchestra played in the hall outside his bedroom he drank a great quantity of a concoction made from wine and a plant called hembra -a powerful aphrodisiac. Too much causes “La Muerte Dulce”—the sweet death.

Jose asked if I had noticed the crest on the door of Manzon's carriage. When I replied that I had been too interested in his costume to see anything else, he said it was the same carriage Amador used. Then he added that Manzon rode in it every day to the Inquisitor's Palace and stood for a moment on the trap door then went below to look at the instruments of torture. Why? No one cared to ask. Who would eventually take the air-force lieutenant's place interested Lima

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