''No.'
''I was not fortunate enough to release Pepito; when I arrived with his master's letter, he had already escaped from the barracks.'
''Tell me frankly, Pedro, did not General Valiente send you, this morning, for that letter?'
''Why? What makes you ask?' inquired Pedro, quite disconcerted by the abruptness of my question.
''Because Señor Pride is dead, and General Valiente has twice been to his rooms.'
''Dead! Señor Pride dead!' echoed Pedro, in unfeigned astonishment. 'Caballero, I must be off.' And he instantly turned away, and was soon lost to my sight.
'Before another hour had passed I was on horseback and on the way to Toluca. The road was infested by gangs of robbers, but my pockets were empty, and my brain was full, so I gave those gentry not even a passing thought. The evening was fast closing in, and as the shadows gathered round me, the tragic event which I had just witnessed gradually receded from my mind. As I journeyed on, it grew more and more distant, until at last it faded into a dim memory of the past; and through the long miles of my lonely ride there went before me the glorious vision of an opal-mine of untold wealth—an opal-mine without an owner—a countless fortune, untold riches, waiting to fall into my hands.
XIV.
'It was past midnight when I reached Toluca. As it was too late to call on Adéle, I alighted at a tavern, where I passed the night, pacing my chamber, and not closing my eyes. Soon after daybreak I sought the house of Pepito's sister; and notwithstanding the earliness of the hour, found Mrs. Percival standing at one of the windows.
''You here, Mr. Rideau!' she exclaimed, with surprise, on seeing me. 'How did you find my retreat?'