He responded mechanically, too profoundly astounded to dream of resistance. It was the sound of the voice which impressed him.
"Santa Maria! A woman?"
"Yes, señor, a woman; the same you sought, but I have found you first."
He chuckled.
"A good jest surely; how came you here?"
"Not to discuss that, señor," quietly. "Nor is this to be laughed over. If you would live, do as I say. Mr. Cavendish, see if the man bears weapons."
"Only a belt with a knife."
"Keep the knife; it may come handy for some purpose. Now bind his hands with the belt. Cross your wrists, señor."
He had lost his temper, no longer deeming this a joke.
"You damn vixen," he growled savagely. "This play will soon be done; do you know who I am?"