"She was named Mariquita Escudero, a woman of the Puebla de Perote?" said Morley.
A convulsive spasm passed over the features of Pedro, and with an effort he replied, in a low voice:
"Mia madre ha muerto" (My mother is dead).
"We know that she died in the Barranca Secca."
"And who are you who know all this?" asked Pedro, rallying his energies; "or how came you to know it?"
"Through him whom you killed," replied Morley.
"Cramply Hawkshaw?"
"Yes."
A gleam of malevolence flashed from Pedro's black eyes; but remembering, perhaps, the cold hand that was already on the pulses of his heart, he groaned, muttered, and crossed himself.
"Your father——"