"And she was—petite?"
"Rather more dark, I should say."
"I mean she was small."
"Oh, it is the same female. It is h'exciting, is it not?"
Kirk acknowledged that it was exciting, for, now that he had a full day in which to besiege No. 89, he felt certain of gaining a word at least with his inamorata. He was in good time, it seemed, for hardly had he taken his customary station before the Cathedral bells awoke the slumberous echoes of the city.
"Praise God, she will be coming soon!" Allan exclaimed. "I shall h'expire from fright. Look! There! THERE!"
Down the wide stairs leading from the living-rooms of Senor Torres came two women, and the negro danced in excitement. As they emerged upon the sidewalk the younger one flashed a glance at the men opposite, and Kirk saw that she was a mulatto—evidently a housemaid. His eager eyes flew back to the entrance. Allan hissed at him:
"Yonder goes! Quick, or you will be losing she."
"Where?"
"There! The young female in w'ite. It is h'indeed the Senorita Torres."