"Good," he said, rubbing his hands; "all right, Excellency, we shall come."
"Now, be off."
"Pardon, Excellency, I have a note to deliver to you."
"A note! From whom?"
Loïck felt in his dolman, drew out a carefully sealed letter, and handed it to don Jaime.
"Here it is," he said.
The adventurer took a glance at the address.
"Don Estevan!" he exclaimed with a cry of joy, and eagerly broke the seal.
The note, though short, was written in cypher—it was to the following effect:—
"Everything is going on admirably; our man is coming of his own accord to the bait held out to him. Saturday, midnight, Peral."