"I pray that you may be successful."
"I shall be successful," the Spaniard answered quietly. "And now," he said, "I will ask you to do one thing."
"Ask me anything and I will do it."
"You have a garden behind your house," Señor Guffanta said, "how is admission obtained to it?"
Lord Penlyn stared at him wonderingly, not knowing what this question might mean, and then he said:
"There is an entrance from the back of this house, and another from an iron gate in the side street. But why do you ask? no one ever goes into it. It is damp, and even the paths are partly overgrown with weeds."
"There are keys to those entrances?"
"Yes."
"And in your possession?" and, as he spoke, his dark eyes were fixed very intently on the young man.
"They are somewhere about the house, but they are never used."