"That of a cavalry general officer."
"Well, what next?"
"He handed his plumed hat to the peon; the latter entered the house, from which he came out a moment after with a Vienna hat, pistols, and a gun; he put spurs on the officer, who seized the weapons, mounted his horse, and departed."
"In what direction?"
"That of the Plaza Mayor."
"And the peon?"
"Re-entered the house."
"You are sure you were not seen by either?"
"Quite."
"That will do: watch—good-bye."