That business completed, they went off to their military duties, and I found shops where I could get some clean linen for myself and a costume of a kind for Sarita, to whom, trading on Spanish ignorance of such things, I ordered them to be sent in the name of Lady Mercy Glisfoyle. Then I sauntered in the direction of old Tomaso’s house, and finding Juan on the lookout for me, I told him to be at the station that afternoon at four o’clock, to watch me but not to speak to me; and to take a ticket for the station where we had to change into the train for the north. Having done this good morning’s work, I went back to the inn to have a couple of hours’ sleep before leaving. I paid liberally and tipped royally, so that everyone about the place was sorry for my going. The two officers insisted upon accompanying us to the station to see me off; an attention which would have been very pleasant, had I not feared that he who spoke English might detect Sarita’s accent; but I put a bold face on matters, and explained that my sister, Lady Mercy Glisfoyle, was very much fatigued, and had so bad an attack of neuralgia that she had to bandage her face and could not speak. And such was the confidence in me that even that simple ruse was not detected, and no suspicion was roused. At the station the officer was good enough to take our tickets for us, and he thus saved me all troublesome questions. In fact every difficulty seemed to vanish as we faced it; and Sarita was actually in the train, and I was standing chatting with my two new friends, when the luck veered, and the crash came all suddenly. Nor was it any the sweeter to me because I had brought it on myself by a single piece of over-acting. The telegram to Mayhew at the Embassy proved my undoing. It was tampered with or censored or something at Madrid. At any rate it came under the attention of the police there; and the name having been bracketed with that of Carbonnell, when the attempt had been made to arrest me at the Hotel de l’Opera, somebody’s suspicions were roused, and instructions were sent to stop me. I was laughing with the officers and just going to bid them good-bye, when someone approached me. "Lord Glisfoyle, I think." "Yes, what do you want with me?" "I am sorry, but there may be a mistake of some kind. I have instructions to ask you not to leave Calatayud for the present." "From whom are your instructions?" I asked quickly, in very fluent Spanish, forgetting all about my English accent in my chagrin and surprise. "They come from Madrid; and they speak of a certain Ferdinand Carbonnell in connection with you." "I am an English nobleman, and at a loss to understand you. Do you mean you intend to stop my going away. You’ll do so at your own risk; and unless you use force I shall certainly go." "I trust you will not compel us to use force. I have no alternative but to obey my instructions."