"I am very glad you have come to me, Lord Glisfoyle, although in this matter I fear I cannot give you much satisfactory information. But I have just completed another affair that you will be interested to learn concerning Senorita Castelar."
"But this arrest, my lord?" I cried, impatiently, irritated rather than appeased by the scrupulous courtesy of his tone.
"Yes, it is undoubtedly singular; but bear with me a moment. The other matter is also much in point. It concerns the young lady's property, Lord Glisfoyle. An examination of the Quesada papers has convinced us——"
"But the arrest, my lord?" I interposed. "I am burning with impatience."
"This may be in some way connected with it. We are convinced that Quesada was wrongfully withholding from his two relations property which was theirs by right, and it will be restored to Senorita Castelar, of course, if this matter is satisfactorily arranged."
"But the arrest, my lord?" I cried for the third time. "Other matters are nothing compared with this."
"And unfortunately I can tell you nothing about it. I cannot think it is of any serious importance, however."
"But she has been arrested," I urged, insistently. "Such a drastic step must mean something—even in Spain."
"You are severe upon our methods, senor. I wish I could give you a more satisfying answer." And he threw up his hands and smiled.
"To whom can I go for information?" I asked, rising.