"When do we start for Apacheria?"
"You are coming, then?"
"Of course."
A sinister smile played round the monk's pale lips.
"We shall start in a week," he said.
"Good! On the day of the start you will hand over the girl to me, one hour before our departure."
"What shall I do to compel her to follow me?"
"That is not my business."
"Still—"
"I insist."