“When were you last in Anselmo?” he asked.
“I have never been there.”
“Never; yet you know people there. Do you speak Spanish?”
“No: unfortunately. I’ve only been about a fortnight in this country.”
“Where were you last night?”
“In the ore-train coming from San Marco to Piedras Blancas.”
“Where were you yesterday?”
“At San Marco.”
“Did you see or hear anything of a rebel army at San Marco?”
“No.”