"Is she within?"
"She is not, señor."
"Where is she?"
"She's away, señor."
The man loosened rein and started down the street.
"Captain Farquharson," called the peon, in tardy recognition.
"Many pardons, but may I make free to speak? The señora brought my wife, Lupincha, and me along as servants, since she heard the Barcelo place is vacant. Señora Miramonte lent us. May I say, Captain, my lady has taken Lupincha with her and, attended by a peon guard, is now at the castle, leaving an hour ago?"
"At the castle? An hour ago?"
"Si, Señor Captain. Breakfast is to be served there."
"Breakfast—at the castle!" the man speaking half to himself, and as if perplexed.