He is in the country at his _finca_." Hillyard thanked the girl, and went whistling down the stairs.

Standing in the archway, he looked up and down the street with something of the air of a man engaged upon a secret end.

One or two people were moving in the street; one or two were idling on the pavement.

Hillyard smiled and walked down the hill again.

He took the advertisement card from his pocket and, noting the address, walked into the garage.
"It will please me to see something of the island," he said.