There was no love lost between them.
For a fraction of a second San Benavides was in a position of real peril.
Then Dom Corria said coldly: "No interference, I pray you, Senhor Adjudante.

Kindly withdraw." His tone was eminently official.

San Benavides saluted and stepped back.

The dark scar on De Sylva's forehead had grown a shade lighter, but there was no other visible sign of anger in his face, and his luminous eyes peered steadily into Hozier's.
"Let me understand!" he said.

"You hold my life as forfeit if any mischance befalls Miss Yorke ?" "Yes." "I accept that.