“With his servants. He has, of course, many servants.”
“He is not married?”
Still eyeing the gold-piece, the landlord answered:
“No. There was something, once, long ago, that men say—but I know nothing. The Don Ricardo is the last of his house. Unless he marries, the Eskurolas will cease. However, he will marry.”
“You seem certain of it.”
“Naturally, monsieur. He will marry in order that the Eskurolas do not cease.”
“Yes-s-s.” Cartaret hesitated before his next question. “So he’s alone up there? I mean—I mean there’s no other member of his family with him now?”
Instantly the innkeeper’s face became blank.
“I know nothing——” he began.
“But the lord at the castle knows!” interrupted Cartaret. “I said it first that time. The lord at the castle must know everything.”