“Yes, yes, but how did they find you?”
“Colonel Dupin simply brought the sailors back to Tampico and searched that café, and got me out. The proprietor wasn’t thought to be any too good an Imperialist, anyway. They shot him, and then we came right along here.”
“Very nice of you, I am sure.”
“Not at all. Dupin isn’t thinking of anybody but your Fra Diavolo, who must have killed Captain Maurel.–Was he here?”
“Who? Don Rodrigo?”
“Don Rodrigo?”
“Of course. He’s the same as Fra Diavolo.”
“You mean that bandit,” cried Ney, “that terrible Rodrigue? But he is dead, don’t you remember, Fra Diavolo said so?”
“Stupid! Fra Diavolo is Don Rodrigo himself.”
“Not dead then? And I’ll meet him yet! But,” and his sudden hope as suddenly collapsed, “Dupin will get him first.”