“This is the seventh day since he started.”
“Correct, squire. It seemed as much as seven weeks to me.”
“Naples is not far off,” continued the interpreter significantly.
“That’s so.”
“Don’t you think he has had time to go there and return?”
“Yes, I do,” blurted out Sanderson. “I think he’s been infernally slow. If you’d only let me go instead of him I’d have been back long ago.”
“I see the signor agrees with me. He has been gone much longer than is necessary.”
“I think so, too.”
“Perhaps there has been some accident,” suggested Bernard.
“My friends are not willing to wait much longer,” said the interpreter.