Alon. Well?
Torr. Passing by cousin Eugenia’s room, I saw— I have not breath to say it!
Alon. Speak, sir.
Torr. Those men in the house—those dandies about the door—I know how they get in now—when I found in my cousin’s room—behind her very bed—
Alon. Don Torribio!
Torr. The very ladder they climb up by!
Alon. A ladder?
Torr. Ah, and a very strong one too, all of iron and cord.
Alon. If this were true—
Torr. Wait till I show it you, then.