Adventure stories; British -- Spain -- Fiction; Love stories; Spain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
"I don’t believe you," I said, bluntly. "I know you are lying, indeed,
and if you don’t tell me the truth on the spot, the first use I’ll make
of this authority will be to have you clapped into gaol yourself, and
the whole of your private papers searched. And you know as well as I
what we shall find among them. I’ll give you two minutes to choose."
"I don’t know, senor, I don’t, upon my soul; and, by the Holy Saints, I
swear I don’t," he cried, eagerly, panic-stricken by the threat.
"One of your minutes is gone. Silas, call up a couple of the
gendarmes;" and Mayhew turned to the door.
"Stop, senor, stop for the love of Heaven. I don’t know. I wish to
help you; I swear I do. But I’m innocent of everything. Give me time
to think."
"Your innocence wears a strange dress, Rubio, and I won’t give you
another second."
"I can tell you what I think, senor," said the bully, trembling like a
child. "It is most likely his Excellency would have had the senorita
taken to a house at Escorias, which I believe he had prepared for her."
"If your thoughts are wrong you’ll find yourself in a hole. Now, a last
question. Is it possible that Colonel Livenza can have found this out
in any way?"
"Mother of Angels, I believe I see it now," he exclaimed, excitedly, and
then was silent.
"You are either hiding some fact or hatching another lie," I said,
sternly. "I should have thought you could see the danger of that with
me."
"I will tell you, senor, I will, indeed, everything. I came to this
house this afternoon in consequence of a message from his Excellency.
He had for some time had a suspicion that Colonel Livenza had played him
false—there was, I believe, something in which you yourself were
concerned with the colonel. A warrant was made out and handed to me,
and I was to wait for further instructions before making the arrest.
This afternoon his Excellency rang me up on the telephone—his instrument
is on the table here, you see—and he was speaking to me when the message
broke off suddenly. He had got as far as this—’Go to Escorias and
execute the warrant I gave you recently to arrest——’ There it stopped,
and I remember now there was a sharp noise I could not understand. I
thought something was wrong with the wires. I waited for him to speak
again, and when nothing came through I spoke to him and rang the bell.
But I could get no answer, and in the end thought it best to come to the
house for further instructions. I thought he might wish the senorita
removed again, and came up to see."
"Then you did know where she was," I said, pointedly. "And I’m glad you
see the prudence of treating me frankly. How do we get to Escorias?"
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