With Cochrane the DauntlessHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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With Cochrane the Dauntless
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Biographical fiction; Dundonald, Thomas Cochrane, Earl of, 1775-1860
“Is it you, señor?” a female voice asked.
“It is the man whom you are, I believe, expecting, and who received your
message.”
With an exclamation of gladness the woman opened the door and, as he
entered, closed it behind him.
“Follow me, señor,” she said; “there is nothing in the passage to run
against.”
A few steps further Stephen heard a door open, a flood of light poured
into the passage, and his guide said “Quick!” He entered and she closed
the door behind him.
“Thanks to the saints that you have escaped, señor!” a voice said. “It
seemed to us well-nigh impossible that you could do so; but, knowing how
brave and enterprising you English are, Filippo said that he had great
faith that you might manage it.”
Stephen now saw that the speaker was a young and very pretty girl.
“I am speaking to the Señorita Inez Conchas,” he said respectfully. “How
can I thank you and Don Filippo sufficiently for your action in my behalf.
You have saved my life, for assuredly had I not known that I should be
handed over to the Inquisition no thought of making my escape to-night
would have entered my mind.”
“It is all Filippo’s doing,” she said. “He made me write the letter, and
got me to come here because he could not come himself,—I and my old nurse
with me. She is sitting in the front room on watch; it was she who opened
the door to you. You see, we could not be sure whether the note would
reach you; the man whom we bribed might have turned traitor and given it
to the governor. My nurse arranged it; for it would never have done for
Filippo to have appeared in the matter, and I am so well known in the
place that it would have been very dangerous. However, we hoped that all
would be well, for half the man’s bribe was not to be paid to him until
you were free. However, we placed her at the corner of the street this
afternoon in order to watch if anyone came to this house or stopped to
look at it earnestly. The people are away in the country, and my nurse,
who knew the woman who is left in charge here, got her to lend her the key
until to-morrow morning, on some excuse or other. Filippo brought me round
just before dark; there is an entertainment to-night at the Viceroy’s, and
he had to be there. Indeed, it was the best place he could be, as no
suspicion can now fall upon him of having aided in your escape. How did
you manage it, señor?”
Stephen briefly related how it had been brought about.
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