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THE WALLET.
"A queer, mysterious business this death of Samoval," said Colonel Grant.
"So I was beginning to perceive," Wellington agreed, his brow dark.
They were alone together in the quadrangle under the trellis, through which the sun, already high, was dappling the table at which his lordship sat.
"It would be easier to read if it were not for the duelling swords.
Those and the nature of Samoval's wound certainly point unanswerably to a duel.

Otherwise there would be considerable evidence that Samoval was a spy caught in the act and dealt with out of hand as he deserved." "How?
Count Samoval a spy ?" "In the French interest," answered the colonel without emotion, "acting upon the instructions of the Souza faction, whose tool he had become." And Colonel Grant proceeded to relate precisely what he knew of Samoval.
Lord Wellington sat awhile in silence, cogitating.

Then he rose, and his piercing eyes looked up at the colonel, who stood a good head taller than himself.
"Is this the evidence of which you spoke ?" "By no means," was the answer.

"The evidence I have secured is much more palpable.