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Updated: June 17, 2025
Larralde paused, and drew from his pocket the letter in the pink envelope somewhat soiled by its passage through the hands of Colonel Monreal's servant. 'It requires two more signatures and will then be complete, said the upholder of Don Carlos. 'We shall then make our "coup," but we cannot move while Conyngham remains in Spain. It would never do for me to well, to get shot at this moment.
The moon was rising as the carriage rattled across the Bridge of Alcantara, and Larralde, taking the air between Wamba's Gate and the little fort that guards the entrance to the city, recognised the equipage as it passed him. He saw also the outline of Concha's figure in the darkest corner of the carriage, with his back to the horses, his head bowed in meditation.
'Pardon me, Senor Alcalde, this gentleman travelled in the same ship with my mother and myself from Bordeaux to Algeciras, and he saved my life. She cast a momentary glance at Conyngham; which would have sealed his fate had the fiery Mr. Larralde been there to see it. The Prefect paused, somewhat taken aback. There was a momentary silence, and every moment gave Julia and Conyngham time to think.
He had no desire to make Colonel Monreal's acquaintance, indeed preferred to remain without it, for he rightly judged that Senor Larralde was engaged in affairs best left alone. 'I have a letter for the Colonel, he said to the servant, a man of stupid countenance. 'I will place it here upon his table, and can no doubt trust you to see that he gets it.
Before dawn the gale subsided, and daylight broke with a clear, calm freshness over the city, where sleep had been almost unknown during the night. The sun had not yet risen when Larralde took the road on his poor, thin black horse.
He threw his cloak over his shoulder, and stood looking down at his companion with a little smile as if he were proud of him. 'There! he said. 'Adios. My name is Larralde, but that is of no consequence. Adios! With a courteous bow he took his leave, and Conyngham presently saw him walking down to the landing stage.
He had a keen sight for the breach in his opponent's armour. 'You have put your case well, said the Spaniard patronisingly, 'and I do not see why, at the end of a week, I should not agree to your proposal. It is, as you say, for the sake of a woman. 'Precisely. Larralde leant back in his chair, remembering the legendary gallantry of his race, and wearing an appropriate expression.
Larralde ran mechanically with open mouth and staring eyes. He never doubted that death was at his heels, should he fail to distance the pursuer. For he had recognised Conyngham in the patio of the great house, and as he ran the vague wonder filled his mind whether the Englishman carried a knife. What manner of death would it be if that long arm reached him? Esteban Larralde was afraid.
'You are about to offer me money; be careful, senor, he said hotly, and Sir John smiled. 'Be careful, that it is enough, he suggested. 'Keep your grand airs for your fellows, Senor Larralde. Yes, I am about to offer you two hundred pounds say three thousand pesetas for the loan of that letter for a few hours only. I will guarantee that it is read by one person only, and that a lady.
Larralde watched him with a white face and staring eyes. Then he looked quickly round over the darkening landscape. There was no one in sight. This was one of the waste places of the world. Larralde seemed to remember the Eye that seeth even there, and crossed himself as he slipped from the saddle to the ground. He was shaking all over.
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