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Updated: June 29, 2025
"He also states that he understood you to assert positively that Don Carlos is El Diablo Cojuelo. Is that so, señorita?" "If you have no love, show no mercy." The words of the note she had found on her breast flashed back into Myra's mind in the fraction of a second that she hesitated before answering the question on which the fate of Don Carlos depended.
"Rather odd, isn't it, that the brigand Cojuelo should have married you when he was mortally wounded, and that you should have promised to marry Don Carlos, yet married the brigand although you were engaged to Tony?" "Yes, perhaps it does seem rather odd, aunt," admitted Myra, her eyes twinkling. "Decidedly odd!" her aunt commented, with a wry smile.
I should be interested to know how you managed to get some of my clothes here, together with my toilet requisites." "That was not the work of the devil, señorita," the hooded figure answered, with a muffled laugh, "El Diablo Cojuelo thinks of everything, and had made his preparations in advance. Did I not tell you all the servants of El Castillo de Ruiz were in my pay?
"Why, I wonder, do you persist in doubting me?" he said, slowly and deliberately. "What I have told you is true. I had myself thrust as a prisoner into the cell in which your dear Tony Standish is at present imprisoned. He welcomed me like a long-lost brother, told me what had happened, and asked me if I could help to arrange terms with Cojuelo."
She saw that he was tall, but that was all. Cojuelo snapped out some orders, and a soberly-dressed, elderly man, wearing no mask and carrying in his arms a number of parcels, appeared out of the darkness and got into the car, which turned and sped away. "Bien!" exclaimed Cojuelo, as the motor disappeared. "Everything is working according to plan.
"It is possible that the risk of becoming the property of El Diablo Cojuelo is not altogether distasteful to her!" Myra did not know how to answer. She felt inclined to bid Tony accept the offer, yet she knew it would be an unwomanly thing to do. Instinctively she felt, moreover, that in a fight Don Carlos would prove the victor. "The risk is distasteful to me," she equivocated, after a pause.
Behind him were Garcilaso and Mendoza with Standish, now fully dressed and with a bandage round his eyes, between them. "Does the Señora Cojuelo wish to say farewell to the lover who renounced her?" inquired Don Carlos, with a note of mockery in his voice. "I am now about to redeem my promise and have him escorted back unharmed to the Castillo de Ruiz."
Struggling, shouting, protesting and appealing frantically, his face livid and the sweat of fear pouring down it, Standish was dragged towards the stake. "The burning irons first, I think," snarled Cojuelo. "The burns will make the lash more effective afterwards." The man beside the furnace drew from the fire a branding iron, the end of which was red-hot, and made a threatening movement.
"I told him Cojuelo is madly in love with you, as I have said, and that if he accepted his freedom the outlaw would take it as an indication he had given you up. Yet he is going. True, he talked about organizing a rescue party, swore he would kill Cojuelo if any harm came to you, and all that sort of thing, but that was mere empty talk.
"I have hardly slept at all, and feel a wreck. Have you made up your mind what to do?" "Not quite," Myra answered. "I must see Don Carlos first. But I think I have decided to show no mercy to El Diablo Cojuelo." "I don't know what you mean," commented her aunt. "For heaven's sake be sensible, Myra. It isn't a question of showing mercy to the brigand, but of saving yourself and your reputation.
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