His name was Dolores, and he had a horse just over the hill near by, to serve him when his work was done, and he could get away.
The constables of Vilray had twice visited the Manor to arrest him that day, but they had been led in another direction by a clue which he had provided; and afterwards in the dusk he had doubled back and hid himself under Jean Jacques' roof.

He had very important business at the Manor Cartier.
Jean Jacques' voice ceased one song, and then, after a silence, it took up another, not so melodious.

Sebastian Dolores had impatiently waited for this later "musicale" to begin--he had heard it often before; and when it was at last a regular succession of nasal explosions, he crawled out and began to do the business which had brought him to the Manor Cartier.
He did it all alone and with much skill; for when he was an anarchist in Spain, those long years ago, he had learned how to use tools with expert understanding.

Of late, Spain had been much in his mind.

He wanted to go back there.