“They are all there,” he replied pointing to the papers.
“Tell me generally.”
“There will be very few police or military present. He crosses from Barreiro in an ordinary launch—not the royal launch—and instead of going to the Quay, he will land at the Eastern landing-stage—the one from which you brought me to-day. He will be accompanied only by two members of the shooting party, and three or four officers will be present to receive him.”
“Of any particular regiment?”
“The First Battalion of the Royal Guards.”
This was the regiment in which Sampayo was a major and Vasco lieutenant.
“Wait a moment. Is not the loyalty of that regiment suspected?”
“Oh no,” he replied decidedly.
“But M. Volheno said something of the sort to me.”
“M. Volheno was only trying to draw some admissions from you, Mr. Donnington. He dictated to me a précis of his conversation with you that morning; and I knew at once what his object had been.”