Manuel simply shrugged his shoulders. Calatrava and El Garro exchanged inquiring glances and then left the dungeon.
Manuel went back to his bench. The afternoon was half gone when once more the door opened, admitting the guard. He brought a dish of stew, some bread, and a bottle of wine.
“Who has sent me this?” asked Manuel.
“A girl named Salvadora.”
The memory suffused Manuel with tenderness, and since tenderness did not take away his appetite, he ate his fill and then stretched out on the bench.
CHAPTER VI
What Happened In the Judge’s Office—The Chapter House
Several hours later the judge received three urgent letters. He opened them, and at once rang a bell.