He stood glancing from door to door, wondering which to enter.
Then suddenly he stood and gave a yell as though of fearful pain.
In an instant there was a quick movement in a room on the right, the door opened and the woman Petre came forth in alarm.
Next second, however, finding herself face to face with me, she halted upon the threshold and fell back against the lintel of the door while we rushed in to encounter the man I had known as Digby, standing defiant, with arms folded and brows knit.
"Well," he demanded of me angrily. "What do you want here?"
"I've brought a friend of yours to see you, Mr. Cane," I said quietly, and Edwards stepped aside from the door to admit the Peruvian Senos.
The effect was instant and indeed dramatic. His face fell, his eyes glared, his teeth set, and his nails dug themselves into his palms.
"Mee-ster Cane," laughed the dark-faced native, in triumph. "You no like see Senos—eh? No, no. He know too much—eh? He watch you always after he see you with laidee in Marseilles—he see you in London—ha! ha! Senos know every-ting. You kill my master, and you——"
"It's a lie!" cried the man accused. "This fellow made the same statement at Huacho, and it was disproved."
"Then you admit you are not Sir Digby Kemsley?" exclaimed Edwards quickly. "You are Herbert Cane, and I have a warrant for your arrest for murder."