"Forty."
"Would they all die for their captain?"
"I should think so."
"In that case, you will assemble them tomorrow at Crevel's."
"At what hour?"
"Eleven o'clock at night."
"Settled."
"Pay attention that Crevel does not open the door to any persons who do not rap thrice, and say Diego and Leon."
"I will open it myself."
"That will be better still."