"The worst of this is that I must have a confederate," muttered the young schemer.
"No matter, there is only one way out of it, and I must make the best of it."
Señor Velasquez was an obscure notary.
Chivey had made a chatting acquaintance with the notary in the town, the Spaniard speaking English with tolerable proficiency.
"What is the nature of the secret you hold in terrorem over your master?" demanded the notary, when Chivey at length reached his office.
Chivey smiled.
"I said it was a secret, Mr. Velasquez," he answered.
"But if you seek my advice about that," the notary made reply, "I must know all the particulars of the case."
"Oh, no."
"Oh, yes."