"For whom were the papers intended?"
"For the general in command. But I was to deliver them to one who lives at a cabaret in the street of St. Angelo, and who would answer to the name of Francisco."
"And then?"
"I was to seek a lodging at the far end of the town, wait for a letter, and then return."
"To whom?" asked Tom curtly, while the men about strained their ears to hear what was passing.
"To my employer, señor."
"And he is——?"
"One whom I never met before. He lodges in a house in Oporto, and there I met him. His name I never heard. He is young and thin and dark. That is all I can tell you."
Tom stood thinking for a while, and then walked to a distance with Jack Barwood.