"Of course."
"No fear of interruption here?"
The notary looked Murray steadily in the eyes as he said—
"I was thinking of your officious servant."
Herbert Murray changed colour as he faltered—
"Of whom?"
"Chivey, I think you call him—your groom, I mean."
"There is no fear from him now," said Murray, with averted eyes; "not the least in the world."
Señor Velasquez smiled significantly.
"Your man Chivey," resumed the Spanish notary, "has confided to me a secret."