“Yes, sir.”
“Describe all four, and you shall have two pesetas instead of one.”
“One señora was Spanish, brunette, fat, with dead eyes in a [pg 139]large, soft face of two chins. The other was tall and foreign, handsome, but with an air! I would not be her servant. The señor was distinguished. Dark, with a thin nose that turned down, like his moustache; a face of an old picture; one shoulder higher than the other.”
“But the young lady?”
“Oh, sir, the señorita was a white and gold angel, made of a sunbeam! It was she who bought the knife, while the others chose a thing for the tall señora. She quickly gave it and the money to an attendant, with the address, saying it must be put into the gentleman's own hand.”
I gave the boy five pesetas instead of two.
A paper-knife with the word Toledo engraved upon it from Monica for me! No message, only that! But was it not in itself a message—the only one she could find a way to send?
I went back to Don Cipriano. “I've just heard,” said I, “that when Carmona starts, he intends to go to Toledo.”