He gazed about the room.
"There is no one interesting here to-night," he said idly.
"No," answered Lopez Baeza.

"The theatres are closed, the gay people have gone to St.Sebastian, the families to the seaside.

Ouf, but it is hot." "Yes." Hillyard dropped his voice to a whisper and returned to the subject of his thoughts.
"You see, my friend, it is of so much importance that we should make no mistake here." "_Claro!_" returned Lopez Baeza.

"But listen to me, senor.

You know that our banks are behind the times and our post offices not greatly trusted.
We have therefore a class of messengers." Hillyard nodded.
"I know of them." "Good.