“I can tell you where he went without asking a question,” added Lobo, to whom Bark had told the whole story of Raymond.
“I can guess at it, as you do; but I want information if I can obtain it,” replied Bark.
“You would certainly have been caught if you hadn’t thrown the detective off the track by going over to Oran.”
“We went to Oran for that purpose.”
“The count has got out of Spanish territory, and he will keep out of it for the present. Our next move will be to go to Gibraltar. He is safe there.”
“I think we shall find him there.”
The landlord of the hotel recognized Bark, who had been a guest in his house for several weeks. Raymond had not told him where he was going when he left. He had gone from the hotel on foot, carrying his bag in his hand.
“Where do you think he went?” asked Bark.
“My opinion at the time was that he went to Gibraltar; for a steamer sailed for Algeciras that day, and there was none for any other port,” replied the landlord.
“But he might have left by the train,” suggested Bark.