"I am quite ready to do so, but the spot is badly selected for talking Come with me."
"I beg your pardon, Buitre, my friend. We are, as you said yourself, old acquaintances."
"Which means?"
"That I doubt you excessively."
The bandit began laughing.
"A confidence that honours me," he said, "and of which I am deserving. Did you find in the mission church the hilt of a dagger with an S engraved on the pommel?"
"Yes."
"Very good. That hilt signified, I think, that you were to take a walk in this quarter?"
"It did."
"Well, the persons with whom you must converse are before you. Do you now understand?"