"None. This first key opens the concealed gate in the rear of the guard house, and this the door that leads to the under range of the prison. You will require no guide after what I have already shown you. But you have promised me the fifty ounces."
"I have."
"And will hold me harmless?"
"At all hazards."
"Then here are the keys."
"Stay; it would be as well for you to be about at the time specified, to avert any suspicions or immediate trouble."
"I will be on the alert, general. You may rely upon me in this business, since you pay for my services so liberally."
"Good night, sir."
"Good night, general."
And gathering his cloak about him, the stranger vanished stealthily through the door, which General Harero closed and locked after him. Having consummated the preliminaries to some piece of rascality or secret business that he did not care to make public.