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Then that woman came up, and she ran away, whereon the woman said there was a price upon her head, and that she meant to have the money." "It is a lie," screamed Black Meg in fierce, strident tones. "If that person will not be silent, silence her," said Montalvo, addressing the sergeant.
But it was not until four full days had passed, and the afternoon of the fifth was well advanced, that Senor Montalvo, hot, dusty, travel- stained, and weary, re-appeared; and when Don Sebastian had twice perused the letter of which the secretary was the bearer, it was perfectly evident, from the expression of dismay upon his Excellency's countenance, and his muttered ejaculations of "Fool! thrice-sodden fool! pig! obstinate mule!" and other uncomplimentary expressions, that the secretary's mission had not been brilliantly successful.
So Martin was free and Foy was free, and until they could be taken again the secret of the treasure remained safe. Montalvo would never have it, of that he was sure. And as for his own fate? Well, he cared little about it, especially as the Inquisitor had decreed that, being a man of so much importance, he was not to be put to the "question."
Montalvo coughed and turned his head with the idea of avoiding that ghastly nightmare of a pitiful little man falling down a fathomless gulf which had sprung up suddenly in his mind again. "Well," he went on, "a truce to compliments. They escaped, and I am glad of it, whatever murders they may contemplate in the future.
Take him, Martin, to those who deal with murderers." Then that look came upon Montalvo which twice or thrice before Lysbeth has seen written in his face once when the race was run and lost, and once when in after years she had petitioned for the life of her husband. Lo! it was no longer the face of a man, but such a countenance as might have been worn by a devil or a beast.
He has appeared as the new governor of the gaol. I saw him this afternoon, I cannot be mistaken, although he has lost an eye and is much changed." Dirk's jaw dropped and his florid face whitened. "Juan de Montalvo!" he said. "I heard that he was dead long ago." "You are mistaken, husband, a devil never dies. He is seeking Brant's treasure, and he knows that we have its secret.
"Perhaps, Count de Montalvo," she replied, "you will do me the favour to set out your business in as few words as possible." "Most certainly; that is my desire. Let me free your mind of apprehension. The past has mingled memories for both of us, some of them bitter, some, let me hope, sweet," and he laid his hand upon his heart and sighed.
He hated Montalvo; he guessed, indeed he knew something of the part which the man had played in this infamous affair, and knew also that it would be a true kindness to Lysbeth to rid her of him. "If you proved it," he said, "let us say two hundred florins." "It is not enough, Mynheer." "It is all I have to offer, and, mind you, what I promise to pay."
Doubtless you will hear of it soon enough, and though it is not true, I must leave Leyden until the thing blows over. In fact I am going now." "You are about to desert me," she answered; "having got all my money, I say that you are going to desert me who am thus! I see it in your face." Montalvo turned away and pretended not to hear.
The last of our three friends to awake on this particular morning, between nine and ten o'clock, indeed, when Dirk had been already two hours at his factory and Lysbeth was buying provisions in the market place, was that accomplished and excellent officer, Captain the Count Juan de Montalvo. For a few seconds after his dark eyes opened he stared at the ceiling collecting his thoughts.
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