You go on ahead," Hillyard agreed.

"That is wise." Lopez rose.
"Give me five minutes, senor.

Then down the Rambla.

The second turning to the right, beyond the Opera House.

You will see me at the corner.
When you see me, follow!" Hillyard rose and shook hands cordially with Lopez Baeza with the air of a man who might never see his friend again for years.