Perez spoke again after that momentous silence in a babble of rapid-fire Spanish.
"He means his friends at his apartment."
"How many of them are there?" asked Quintana in the same language.
"There is a girl and a manservant. Those are the only ones who live there — I made enquiries. No one else has been there today except Graham."
Quintana glanced at the Saint again; but the Saint, who understood every word as easily as if it had been spoken in English, frowned back at him with the worried expression of a man who is trying hard to understand and failing in the attempt.
"You are sure there is no mistake?" Quintana insisted.
"That would be impossible. I heard about Graham from Ingleston, and he is not the type of man who would be an associate of the Saint. I followed him to the Saint's apartment this morning, and Fernandez followed him back there when the Saint went in to Ingleston's. Fernandez and Nayder have been watching there ever since, pretending to repair telephone wires."
"But your telephone call—"
"That was Fernandez, to know how much longer he should stay there. Also he was suspicious because an old man muffled up so that he could not be recognized had been brought out of the next apartment, and Fernandez had been thinking about it and wondering if it was one of the Saint's gang. Now we know that it must have been the Saint himself."
"No one else has gone out the same way?"