“One moment,” said Quentin. “Pacheco, please come here.”
The bandit got up, and the two men went to one end of the table and conversed.
“Have you seen the Count?” asked Quentin.
“Yes.”
“What does he say?”
“That the woman is mad; that he has only been married once, like every one else.”
“All we have to do is to go to the town and get hold of the wedding certificate. Send one of your men.”
“I’ll need money for that, comrade.”
“I have some. I’m going to give you all I have left. If you have time, pay El Cuervo what I owe him.”
“Very well.”