Fortune Has Horns ByALEXANDER KEY Author of quotThe Book with the Golden Leavesquot quotDeath Certificatequot etc. CORCORAN was a gambler.Not with cards and a pair of ivories or even horses though Lord knows he dropped enough doughon all three. But youd understand if you ever saw him squinting at a mountain—a mountain thatmight have gold in it. And youd damned sure understand if youd been with him that time on theMatamata. . . My racket in those days was oil and my trouble was politics. My companys leases had run outand the new dictator wouldnt renew them. So the company had quietly decamped and left me withonly a months draft in my pocket and a ticket home. I didnt want to go home I wanted to getroaring drunk. And before I got drunk I knew Id better write a long letter to Raquel and tellher it wasnt any use. I knocked down the ticket for half price went over to the Yankee Cluband tried to mull through the Raquel Mackenna prob-lem. That was the worst of it. The Raquel problem wouldnt have seemed so bad at home things aremore democratic in the States. But Peru had never heard of the black days after 29 and theold families here in Lima with four centuries of gold and silver platters behind them wouldmake a Long Island millionaire feel like a piker and look like a race tout. And dont let thename Mackenna fool you. Ever hear of Vicu??a Mackenna Never mind. The Mackennas fought with SanMartin and Bolivar and long before that when they were burning witches in Salem