"That is my name," the other replied, and when the servant had disappeared, he continued: "May I ask whom I am addressing?"
"My name is Helmsworth," I answered in a low voice, at the same time motioning him to be seated. "A certain gentleman of the name of Silvestre, however, thinks I had better be known by the name of the person whom the waiter informed you had not yet arrived in the island."
"In that case you are Mr. Trevelyan," he said in a whisper, drawing his chair a little closer to mine as he did so, and closely scrutinizing me. "Perhaps you have something for me?"
"I have a letter," I replied, thinking at the same time that I had seen his face somewhere before. "What have you for me?"
"This," he replied laconically, and in his turn produced a small silver coin, which he handed to me.
I rose from my chair and carried it down the verandah as far as the hall door. The light there enabled me to see that it was stamped with the name of Equinata. I thereupon returned to the captain, and handed him the letter Don Guzman had given me for him.
"And where is the yacht?" I inquired.
"In the harbour," he replied. "We got in at dark, and she is coaling now as fast as we can get the stuff aboard. When will you be ready to start?"
"Whenever you please," I replied. "The sooner we are out of this place the better for all people concerned."
"Would nine o'clock to-morrow morning be convenient to you?"