Sir Terence was incredulous. Colonel Grant did not immediately answer the question. He preferred to continue his narrative. “That night I had the false major arrested very quietly. I have caused him to disappear for the present. His Lisbon friends believe him to be on his way to Massena with the information they no doubt supplied him. Massena awaits his return at Salamanca, and will continue to wait. Thus when he fails to be seen or heard of there will be a good deal of mystification on all sides, which is the proper state of mind in which to place your opponents. Lord Liverpool’s figures, let me add, were not among the interesting notes found upon him--possibly because at that date they had not yet been obtained.” “And you say that Samoval was aware of the man’s real identity?” insisted Sir Terence, still incredulous. “Aware of it?” Colonel Grant laughed shortly. “Samoval is Souza’s principal agent--the most dangerous man in Lisbon and the most subtle. His sympathies are French through and through.” Sir Terence stared at him in frank amazement, in utter unbelief. “Oh, impossible!” he ejaculated at last. “I saw Samoval for the first time,” said Colonel Grant by way of answer, “in Oporto at the time of Soult’s occupation. He did not call himself Samoval just then, any more than I called myself Colquhoun Grant. He was very active there in the French interest; I should indeed be more precise and say in Bonaparte’s interest, for he was the man instrumental in disclosing to Soult the Bourbon conspiracy which was undermining the marshal’s army. You do not know, perhaps, that French sympathy runs in Samoval’s family. You may not be aware that the Portuguese Marquis of Alorna, who holds a command in the Emperor’s army, and is at present with Massena at Salamanca, is Samoval’s cousin.” “But,” faltered Sir Terence, “Count Samoval has been a regular visitor here for the past three months.” “So I understand,” said Grant coolly. “If I had known of it before I should have warned you. But, as you are aware, I have been in Spain on other business. You realise the danger of having such a man about the place. Scraps of information--” “Oh, as to that,” Sir Terence interrupted, “I can assure you that none have fallen from my official table.” “Never be too sure, Sir Terence. Matters here must ever be under discussion. There are your secretaries and the ladies--and Samoval has a great way with the women. What they know you may wager that he knows.” “They know nothing.”