Instead of replying he gave me a sharp look and then came up close and peered inquiringly at me with his head slightly on one side.
“What the devil are you doing here?”
“Waiting to go somewhere else; but where, seems a little doubtful at present.”
He laughed. “I didn’t expect they’d take you yet. They’re all fools—the whole lot of them. I told them to give you more rope.”
“What kind?”
“Oh, not that sort;” and he made a gesture to indicate hanging. Then wrinkling his brows he added suspiciously: “You didn’t come of your own accord, did you?”
“Perhaps you’ll make things a bit plainer.”
“If you did, you’d better tell me.”
“If there’s any telling to be done you’d better start it,” I said drily.
“They got me to-night—— Here, aren’t you interested in Miralda Dominguez?” he broke off lowering his voice.