“Is that you, Enrique?” Kenwardine asked when he had lighted his pipe.
“Sí, señor,” a voice answered, and Kenwardine made a sign of dismissal.
“Bueno! You can tell me about it to-morrow. I am engaged now.”
The footsteps began again and when they died away Kenwardine picked up the cards.
“Shall we play for half an hour?” he asked.
The others agreed, but the stakes were moderate and nobody took much interest in the game; and Jake presently left the house without seeing anything more of Clare. He felt he had wasted the evening, but as he walked back to the line he thought about the man whom Kenwardine had sent away. He did not think the fellow was one of the servants, and it seemed strange that Richter should have got up and stood in front of Don Sebastian when the latter was trying to see across the patio. Still, there was no apparent reason why the Spaniard should want to see who had come in, and Jake dismissed the matter.