had ridden to a neighboring farmhouse and procured bandages and some olive oil and Figgot,
I drank a glass of wine and then lay quietly upon the cot until the arr
y refreshed after partaking of a substantial luncheon
was plainly dressed in black, quiet and unobtrusive in manner, and had iron-gray hair and beard, both closely cropped. I saw at once he was not a Brazilian, and made up my mind he
atures. He might have been fifty or sixty years of age; but there was no guide in determining this except his gray hai
s. Perhaps the telegrams had explained all that was necessary. Anywa
h several passages we walked, and then our conductor led us into a small chamber, bare except for a half-dozen iron cots that s
while we crowded around it. To my horror I saw the form of Madam Izabel lying dea
thus they brought her from the train that arrived this
d over the cot, and drew the woman
er had been com
hand, drew the sheet over the b
man, I was about to follow our guide when I found myself confronting a personage who stood
called himself de Guarde on boa
ngly. "And are you still keeping a faithful record in that sweet diary of
s," said I,
e my guest, you know. Will it not please you to enjoy my society once
you mean?"
, Robert Harcliffe, in
charge?
e smiling Valcour. "Afterward
e man, in a soft voice. "The gentleman is a
his eyes fell as he encountered the ot
itch? Then I will take the
arly so. He seemed to see nothing; he looked at neither Valcour nor myself. But there was something about
3disappoint you, Senhor Valcour. But since this man is a prisoner of the police-a state
t oppressed him. And then I saw a curious thing happen. The eyelids of Mazanovitch for an instant unclosed, and in that instant
not deceived me, for Valcour turned away with a sullen frown upon his brow, and the Ca
carriage and were driven
could not help staring at the closed eyes of Mazanovitch, but the others, I noticed, avoided lookin
hese the carriage stopped. Mazanovitch opened the front door with a latchkey, and us
little man speak. Then he reclined in a cushioned chair, p
he vault and the ring which unlock
of Police, and of Paola's orders to him and Marco to escort me t
comment and afterward sat for many
d, points conclusively to one reassuring fact; that the ring has been recovered by one of our band, and so the Cause is no longer endangered. Th
but instead of replying both gazed quest
shall know the truth within fifteen minutes." I glanced at a great clock ticking against the wall. "Before your arrival," he resumed, "I had taken steps to communicate with e
ted, a
have know
the cigar from his
neral Fonseca, the patriot, and S