"Is Lord Penlyn within?"
"Yes, sir," the man answered. "Do you wish to see him?"
"Yes. Be good enough to take him my card, if you please," and he produced one bearing the name of Señor Miguel Guffanta. "Give him that," he said, "and say that I wish to see him."
The footman motioned him to a seat, and had put the card upon a salver to take to his master, when the Señor said "Stay, I will put a word upon it," and, taking a pencil from his pocket, he wrote underneath his name, "From Honduras."
"He will see me, I think," he said, "when he sees that."
The man bowed and went away, returning a few minutes afterwards to say that Lord Penlyn would see him, and the Señor followed him into the room in which so many other interviews had taken place.
Lord Penlyn rose and bowed, and Señor Guffanta returned the bow gravely, while he fixed his dark eyes intently on the other's face.
"You state on your card, Señor Guffanta, that you are from Honduras. I imagine, therefore, that you have come about a matter that at the present moment is of the utmost importance to me?" Lord Penlyn said.
"You refer to the late Mr. Cundall?" the Señor asked. "Yes, I do. Pray be seated."
"I knew him intimately," Señor Guffanta said. "It is about him and his murder that I have come to talk."