None the less, I had my own notions of honour likewise, and it did not concern me much that they differed from Earl Fotheringay's or Lord Cyril Cuthbertson's. After all, had I not taken my fee from Don Jose? Had he not paid me all that I asked? Had I not passed him the sacred pledge of my word? And so, at last, I gave my decision. "I have seen nothing in your life, your behaviour, or your conduct," I cried, "to warrant me in throwing you over in the way those men have suggested. Until I find some good reason to believe that your intentions are dishonourable, that your career has been criminal, that your desires are hostile to England, I cannot desert you." "Well spoken," replied Don Jose earnestly. "Your determination does you credit. Believe me, you shall find no cause to make you ashamed that you ever allied yourself with me. On the contrary, as you go deeper into this business you will realise that you have done well to stick to me, however baffling and perplexing may seem some of the adventures I may have to ask you to undertake. And that reminds me of the real business we have in hand to-night! How did you get on at the House of Commons with Cooper-Nassington?" "Very much better than I could have dared to expect," I replied with frankness, and returning him his sealed packet addressed to Cuthbertson. In a few graphic sentences I described to him how I had gone to the house of the hunchback with the Member of Parliament, and the extraordinary adventures we had undergone there. Instead, however, of being pleased with the result of the quest, I could see that the Spaniard was greatly disturbed at something that had happened on that occasion. At first he would not tell why we ought not to congratulate ourselves that Zouche had promised to decipher those manuscripts and communicate their contents within a fortnight to Mr Cooper-Nassington. He tried to put me off with commonplace expressions like "Time will prove," "Never count your chickens," and "Trust no man further than you can throw him;" but when he realised that I was not going to be denied he admitted that my news about the attempts on the hunchback's life was much more serious than anybody had any idea of, because they might terrify Zouche and make him do things he would not otherwise dream of. "But we two are men with brains, hands, resolution," I interjected. "Why need we stand by and let other people like Fotheringay come in and benefit by our labours? Let us mount guard over Zouche until he has got through his task of deciphering the documents."