“Of whom?”
“Villasca.”
“Ah!”
“He has sworn to kill you.”
The professor had been listening. He understood Spanish very well, and now he cried:
“I told you, Frank! We should get out of Madrid at once.”
Frank motioned for him to be silent.
“I presume Villasca is enraged because I was fortunate in saving you—because I happened to kill the bull when he failed.”
“That is one reason; but there is another.”
“Another?”