I still heard a something down below, but a worse sound came to drown it.

An unseen hand was very quietly trying the door which Rattray had locked behind him.
"Diablo!" came to my horrified ears, in a soft, vindictive voice.
"I told ye so," muttered another; "the young swab's got the key." There was a pause, in which it would seem that Joaquin Santos had his ear at the empty keyhole.
"I think he must be slipping," at last I heard him sigh.

"It was not necessary to awaken him in this world.

It is a peety." "One kick over the lock would do it," said Harris; "only the young swab'll hear." "Not perhaps while he is dancing attendance on the senhora.

Was it not good to send him to her?
If he does hear, well, his own turn will come the queecker, that is all.