"As I am as convinced as that we are sitting here!"
"Well, then I am certain that Lord Penlyn knows nothing of it. He is hasty and impetuous, but he is the soul of honour."
"Perhaps," Guffanta said; "it may be so. But it is not with him that I have to deal. It is with the man who struck the blow. And it is him I go to seek."
"How will you find him?"
"Through you. You will find out for me where he is gone with his father--if this is not a lie invented to aid his further escape--and you will let me know everything. Is it not so?"
"Yes," Stuart said; "I myself swore that I would find the murderer if I could; but, as I cannot do that, I will endeavour to help you to do so. How shall I communicate with you?"
"Write, or come to the 'Hôtel Lepanto.' And when you once tell me where that man is, there I shall soon be afterwards. Even though he should go to the end of the world, I will follow him."
Then Señor Guffanta went back to his hotel, and told Diaz Zarates that he should soon be leaving his house.
"I have to make a little tour upon the Continent, and I may go at any moment."
"On a tour of pleasure, Señor?" the landlord asked.