“And wore them, by the same token,” he murmured.
He swept off his hat, mockingly courteous.
“Buenos dias, señora!” he said.
Caron jumped.
“Ah, mercy, caballero!” he cried. “Can you, indeed, distinguish so easily? Do not give us away.”
“Tell me all about it,” said the sub-prefect. “Truly this is no time for masquerading in San Lorenzo.”
“But it was the most obvious of precautions to begin with,” pleaded Caron. “Over the mountains is not safety for a woman; and since——”
“And since, you are in San Lorenzo,” said the other.
“It is true, señor. Pepa shall re-sex herself to-night. Yet it is only a few hours since we found our expedient justified.”
“How was that?”