"He's in here," he announced. "That's him, no doubt."
He added a sentence in Spanish which I could not understand, then turned to me.
"Mr. William Anstruther?" he asked.
Involuntarily I answered him—
"Yes; my name is Anstruther."
"Follow me," he said sharply; "you're wanted."
I gave one look at Dolores, and she answered my look.
"You had better go with them, William," she said, calling me by my name for the first time. "I will come too."
She looked deadly white, and I feared every moment would faint.
The man who had entered first spoke again, addressing Dolores.